A different look at journies with glances over the shoulder some which burnt me, some which elated, inspired by the ordinaire. Deadlines I could not meet, the angst of a write consumed but stimulated. Inspirations came from any quarter from any idea, stuttering stumbling, some furiously did complete this journey.
A different look at journies with glances over the shoulder some which burnt me, some which elated, inspired by the ordinaire. Deadlines I could not m...
