Hi Steemians
Jian ducked low, through the gate,
walking on a red rug. His black hair
a neatly tucked piece of golden pearl, a pearl
at the end of the skewer stirring incessantly. Step
his legs are always so light and graceful, but also so
weight.
Jian ducked low, through the gate,
walking on a red rug. His black hair
a neatly tucked piece of golden pearl, a pearl
at the end of the skewer stirring incessantly. Step
his legs are always so light and graceful, but also so
weight.
