Dear Medium, a love letter
Walking down the river, underneath the trees, I’m always in the shadows, dreaming of a new world
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3 min readJun 17, 2022
It is a thunderous morning; the skies furniture is being moved while the heaven’s electricity lights up the different rooms. It is the perfect morning to write about a man wearing a long overcoat, unshaven, unfettered of emotion, out looking for revenge.
