I clipped the top stair walking to the airport gate. It’s funny when you trip as an adult. You can both fall catastrophically, and not make any noise in the hope that the people around don’t stare at you too long… I got up, dusted myself off and kept walking, trying to figure out what...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
