the imperfect shot, almost.


Yes, was caught up in indigenous patents – significant and sometimes, not so much. But couldn’t resist this view – the packet loss sky, fluttering leaves out of the scattered haven, a hungry highway with bustling moves, the fading lights of a promising evening under the blue carpet. All yours, for today.

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Flamboyance meets me, and I could be contagiously luring. It kind of comes off in my writing, as my stories of passion and indulgence unfold.

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