Evanescence
I clung tightly to Dad's waist. Sitting still on the back of a Honda Wave, hot breezes tapped through my face.
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I write about music, films, poems, tech, novels, and the everyday curiosities that won’t quiet down. This place is deliberately slow: no algorithmic feed, no pressure to keep up. Just paragraphs when I have something to say.
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