One day, one page, one sketch of GREAT EXPECTATIONS, published daily at 8:40 AM.

311Those uncertain and unpunctual moments that strike me unexpectedly, when I feel I don’t know whether I am desperate or not, when everything has a bitter taste. On those moments I feel my hands cold, and my dreams lost in the clouds. It takes a bit of time for me to let them go and recover.



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