You know those moments in the movies, usually accompanied by dramatic music, when lightning strikes or the guy hangs on to the cliff by his pinky toe and then miraculously saves himself (and probably the rest of the planet) and goes on to cure cancer and star in the remake of The Shawshank Redemption?
Yeah, well, it didn’t happen like that for me.
Greetings from Driebergen, Sure, I have stories of mom. But their MY stories. What about other stories that are not mine? Friends? Family? You...
Lightning might be the flash of inspiration, but thunder is what you do with it. Thunder is what tremors in your heart, what growls...
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