Gaia said nothing and listened. It was a story. She listened quietly until the voice stopped. The she leaned her head sideways and heard another voice, telling another story. Julia was drawing next to her. She did it again and again and said nothing until they returned home that night. At the table, eating chickpeas soup with shrimps, she told Julia and Kristen what she heard.


About Marco

My name is Marco, I am an entrepreneur in the financial industry, a graphic artist and a lover of the urban landscape. You can tweet me @helobiae


  1. this is a beautiful place.

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