Explorer of life’s stories, he sang to me on the over night job while we pined for dawn. Even wrote me my own song. Our shoes will anonymously clink together someday.
Wrote me into a comic strip, this Mighty Mandu. He answered, “magic box,” guiding us through our trip that spring night around campus. Appreciated sentiments remembered under the sediment of time.
Created his own successful zine. His smile a left over from childhood, he seemed so innocent when happy. An archipelago nature, he had the ability to bring scattered eclectic masses together.
i am a participant of x365.