In times like these, we need space, quite. We spend our time day dreaming about a life snatched from under our finger tips. A life without masks or social distancing, a life of freedom. I did you know ask for my own space, I just never imagined that my wife would hand me a large cardboard box and instruct me to set up "camp" within it. We have many such "camps" located throughout our house, our classrooms and offices we call them. They are rather like my cubicle at work, just less soundproof and significantly less roomy.
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Through My Mind:-and other short stories-
Viễn tưởngA compilation of short stories. Each Chapter is a new story, completely unrelated to the other short stories in this book. Through my mind takes you through an adventure of a creative mind that refuses to conform to society's ideals and standards. W...
