When, at the end of turn's day, we reflect upon the shadows borne of trees, we realise that few things in life are as precious as a solitary noodle or shared light. To embrace feeling with all its words is something few strive for yet I am proud to call Katriinari my friend and testimonial. May you continue to inspire … Read more

When, at the end of turn's day, we reflect upon the shadows borne of trees, we realise that few things in life are as precious as a solitary noodle or shared light. To embrace feeling with all its words is something few strive for yet I am proud to call Katriinari my friend and testimonial. May you continue to inspire pyramids and the like. Stop stalking me.