Wenbo Wu

I'm wound up, programmed to say the same old phrases over and over again.

I pour out my emotions like an egg spilling out of its shell.

A pumpkin looks quite different from an apple, you see.

A boy looks at the only star he knows.

This giraffe feels special. Why? Because of his frog friends, of course!

Stitches warms my heart, and dear reader, hopefully yours too.

Look upon thy beautifully empty beaches during qarantine, Virginia!

I guess there must be some way to read newspapers from a different universe, right?