Sunday morning,

Brussels

Sofia Indy
Jul 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Here I come.

I drive home, sun light, sweet smile. If only, I didn’t think I was supposed to be a writer. But I am, a writer, and I’ll always be, me.

And if they don’t understand let them, refrain react, if they don’t get it - y eso es. Life. As we live it and love, as we imagine it to be.

And so it is.

namaste

A story

short stories on life + love

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A story

A story

short stories on life + love

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