This was supposed to be a good day. The slow pace and winter soundtrack. This was supposed to be a good week. The scent of freshly lit handmade candles and soft bite of cinnamon cookies. This was supposed to be a good month. A light touch of the first snowflakes and piano blues. This was supposed to be a good year. 366 days of endless explorations and kind conversations. It ended up being nowhere and everywhere near at the same time.

Metrum
February

Terra Nullius
January

Heres
September

Curator
July

Vis Maior
October

Quantitatem
August

Cautio
September

Anchor
May

Directio
September

De facto
August

Mare Liberum
September

Qua
May

Dear Gabriele Marija,

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