Fausto sat on the spinning chair, a grin on his face as he spoke about his inspirations. He talked about a little library tucked in the back of his mind, a place where he pulled ideas from, ideas that would influence his next stroke, or…
Fausto sat on the spinning chair, a grin on his face as he spoke about his inspirations. He talked about a little library tucked in the back of his mind, a place where he pulled ideas from, ideas that would influence his next stroke, or…