I'm in a corner of the workshop, in front of my computer. The fan produces a slight hum I remember the first time I got into a tanning store, the smell of the skin flooded the whole place. In the hippie era, artisans did their jobs…
I'm in a corner of the workshop, in front of my computer. The fan produces a slight hum I remember the first time I got into a tanning store, the smell of the skin flooded the whole place. In the hippie era, artisans did their jobs…