In the beginning, the world spun out of control. A course through hell would see you stand at 20 on the precipice of destiny. The choice you made was harder still, but the journey would be won. As 40 creeps closer, you look to the future with bright eyes and wise lips.
I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head • View all posts by clarissawoodwrites