Zenny wapoxic
Joined May 2023
1 story
Bio
The wind carries words to me, and as I stroll through the city, they bump into me. While I rest by the river, the words splash onto my face, and in the middle of the night, they shake me awake.
The wind carries words to me, and as I stroll through the city, they bump into me. While I rest by the river, the words splash onto my face, and in the middle of the night, they shake me awake.
