The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
Come rain or shine, onwards our lives parade (or charade).
Is destiny a destination? Or is it a dream passing by ... so close and yet so far?
Riding a train of thought aboard a commuter train.
A short write about a new class amongst the secret rich.
Snapshot on a footbridge.
A snapshot on my way to work.
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