Aloofness her shield,
Warding off rejection’s bite,
Numbing heart and soul—
She shunned warm embraces’ glow,
Left cold in solitude’s grasp.
“All colors made me happy even grey.” Nabokov, Pale Fire
A German carpenter by day working hard to follow a Jewish carpenter, exploring writing as a creative outlet. Passionate about learning through practice and observation.
BB Grey--musings 
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