It’s December 2018 and I am on the balcony of my grown up apartment confronted by the boxes of my past. There are shopping lists written in haste (sugar, paste and silver thingies for ties?),[…]
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It’s December 2018 and I am on the balcony of my grown up apartment confronted by the boxes of my past. There are shopping lists written in haste (sugar, paste and silver thingies for ties?),[…]