Halangdon

Sublimity in print.

I paint with letters what my voice stumbles to convey, bridging the gaps my stutter creates.

PJ as a Writer

Nightfall Hitch

Over the horizon, behind the hills, a vibrant orange begins to bloom until the glowing sphere finally rests. Time is ticking. I quickly rounded a corner to the academic street to pick up my son.

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