Minus power. Monochromed age. Jeans. T-shirt. The singular penthouse.
The dawn of forty, was a week away.
Fifteen-and-a-half years. A dozen novels. Three hundreds of poetry. Five decades of short stories.
To be continued...
The dawn of forty, was a week away.
Fifteen-and-a-half years. A dozen novels. Three hundreds of poetry. Five decades of short stories.
To be continued...
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