Metamorphosis
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
I promise that my name is not Gregor Samsa, has never been and never it will be, yet I sense resentment oozing in your eyes every time, I click my […]
Too often we build prisons in the name of freedom Björn Rudberg He feared for loss of freedom, disliked to share, compassion, fellow men and the song of wind through […]
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