The Art of Hello
“Listen, Snow” said my Finnish boss, young like me but better versed in the mysterious ways of the French.
“Listen, Snow” said my Finnish boss, young like me but better versed in the mysterious ways of the French.
Somewhere, on an island, the wet sand is pink… the waves tickle the feet of three little birds… that run away, only to turn around and run back again. Isn’t […]