Georg Alexander

A breeze brushed against my skin, and I knew I was by the great water. The screeching of the seagulls on the horizon made my pen pause briefly before it pressed relentlessly against the page, as if in an embrace of eternity from which a new creation would emerge. Sheet by sheet.

Page by page, it made its way forward, defying the rough sound of scratching on paper. Then it was done, and I saw that on these pages was something I had never seen before, and deep in my heart I knew that it was good.

Also known as:

Georg Alexander E.

In gratitude to Yahuah for always taking care of me.