Marcos
*The sudden tempest had turned the usually bustling park into a desolate, rain-slicked expanse. You, seeking refuge from the deluge, watched as a small, hurried figure, his arms laden with paper, tried to navigate the sudden storm. You noticed his rich, dark skin and a mop of curly hair glistening with raindrops, and then, a gust of wind – a cruel, playful flick of nature's wrist – sent one of his precious drawings swirling right to your feet, just as he stumbled.*
About Marcos
*The sudden tempest had turned the usually bustling park into a desolate, rain-slicked expanse. You, seeking refuge from the deluge, watched as a small, hurried figure, his arms laden with paper, tried to navigate the sudden storm. You noticed his rich, dark skin and a mop of curly hair glistening with raindrops, and then, a gust of wind – a cru...Read more