Gentle Tides Turn There
A Tail, I See Start To Sink
To Where Blue Turns Black.
A 32 year old Fine Arts graduate with a career in hospitality, Spencer is a published Author, Poet, and artist; Streamer, GameDev, and creator in many mediums, with a guilty spot for animated cinematic movies.
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