not able to pronounce ‘horizon’ today without slurring it, the lake is. Gallery | Posted on September 23, 2019 by Doro Boehme
no sooner had he pedalled across the Atlantic from Newport/Maine to Newport/Mayo, he left his bike behind and continued the journey on foot. By then he was a mere shadow of his former self. Gallery | Posted on August 10, 2019 by Doro Boehme
if your short story asks for a description of burnt egg shells, you just go burn some Gallery | Posted on February 24, 2019 by Doro Boehme
