The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
If you want to hear me sing, just click in!
Some confection of confession.
My first ever Cantonese song.
Hiking, reflection and whatnot.
Self-serving humble pie.
A footprint left on the sands of time, no less.
I don't have a word of wisdom for you, but ...
Perhaps, the insane are happier.
Time for a bit of stargazing.
Written in a moment of weakness.
Having lost contact for over two decades, I bumped into an unfamiliarly familiar face.
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