Every time a human puts down a phone, a future one gets its wings. Please send a carrier pigeon my way when the time comes. I’ll be ready to fly.
Every time a human puts down a phone, a future one gets its wings. Please send a carrier pigeon my way when the time comes. I’ll be ready to fly.
Storyteller in orbit, panning for gold clusters of creativity. Author of “Wearing Her Footsteps” https://amzn.to/2LPSidr
Storyteller in orbit, panning for gold clusters of creativity. Author of “Wearing Her Footsteps” https://amzn.to/2LPSidr