Two years and three months. Two cities. Three different
apartments. Many windows. Many nights reading long hours, writing essays or
just being awake. Many mornings of breathing the day in, smelling the season.
Many memorable glimpses that fell like pushing the pause button, even just to
record them… These are few of the stories behind those moments.
It all began with this one...
The circus came to town
Cat on a tin roof (minus the hotness)
It all began with this one...
The circus came to town
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