August 4, 2017 by petrujviljoen
Crescent incised into the indigo sky a window ajar a breeze rustling the leaves an open book abandoned in her … Continue reading
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I make art, I read a lot and I'm now trying to write as well. Otherwise I belong to a cat by the name of Charlie that drives me nuts sometimes and other times makes me melt with love for her.
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