Something began to stir in my dreams several months ago. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but I knew it was time. Enough power had amassed. The powder was loaded. Cheeks were gabbing. Time was flying. Clouds shifted. Internal desires became external manifestations.
Are the words really framed?
Or are the frames made of words?
I don’t know, but we will find out together.
I would like to introduce my first book….