Every single person, frog or knife had something to say to Julia in the city suspended among the clouds, and although she did not speak their language she could understand what they told her. She spent an afternoon looking at a frog, knelt in the grass, whispering.


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

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