Riding the bus challenge
Nothing excites me more than the split of second when I visualise something in mind which I have never ever possibly imagine before. I am so afraid to miss that fragment of vision, I will have to sketch it down immediately in my book. And this above, is that vision I have been keeping for a […]
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We heart ponchos
It’s rare that I forge a friendship with someone from the second camp. And, if they get me on a bad day, their reaction can feel like a gentle kick in the stomach. I thought about this. Then I thought about my childhood. It turns out that I rode the bus to school nearly 200 […]
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