“Holding Hands” could be the name of the group in which I work in a social project here in Rio de Janeiro, because we are doing exactly that.
It’s exactly 6.15 am. This morning I had an unfamiliar wake-up call, a loud rumble that instead of being above my head seemed right on top of my house. It was the famous besourão.
“A Love Letter” It has been said that the person receiving this letter will be my mentor. As I do not yet no your name, for the purpose of this letter, I will call you Mel.
VOF: Assignment 4 “A Work of Art”