Ten.Two Thousand, Six Hundred & Thirty-Five
A smaller slice of moon.
It smells clean.
I love this season of light.
Oh, yes. I knew this was coming.
Massican Gemina. Frito misto. Mussels. Beef carpaccio.
The commitment to solving this mystery is top level.
Fage?
Maybe you weren’t meant for this?
It’s already time for my classes to begin again.
What is freedom?
