My page crashed. I started drawing again. I lost my grandma. We’re in March. I turned 24. I started working on my thesis. I’m shutting the doors on these past four years. (I now measure time in leap-year portions – four by four by four.)25 is my favorite number. I’m pulling Destiny’s tongue by sayingContinueContinue reading “March, Threes and Losses”
My Little Hawk 