The Pescetarian Poet
fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
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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