Give me a glass of whiskey and an old typewriter. Transport me to the sea where there is a breeze. Let me be.
Most of the content writing is on hold for now. Future texts will hopefully and solely be of my own choosing. Instead, I'm out on the streets with my camera most days - the streets of Paris. For summer, however, the dream is to sip something strong on a remote beach while typing on an old typewriting machine....
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