Merhaba

Quaking at the boots, part two, mostly delayed. I am over the moon and under the sun, washing waves, breaking thunder, and a murderous desire for love. The first one was a major disaster and swallowed my mental health whole, pushing me back for months in disarray. It was self-inflicted but nevertheless this time I did not want this to overshadow the presence of whatever was coming, and come it shall, with righteous fervour, down to my throat and into the belly of the beast.

Turkey, be kinder with me than Spain.

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