A messy potato who loves the cold feet she gets whenever confronted with the liberty of words on the tip of her pen, a galaxy encapsulated in a soul, and an introvert who listens to the murmurs around her to mold a story and a poem. 

 

Call her weird but she made it a goal to snack on gelato while strolling along the streets of Italy, to stare at the Eiffel Tower all evening while having a strawberry macaron for dinner,  and catch all the maple leaves in Canada. A hopeless romantic? Totally! She got it from the books and a few series she watched (talk about Amy and Jake, Monica and Chandler, Anne and Gilbert…), and the biggest celebrity crush she has (hey, that’s ONEW). She’s an oddball, but she’s funny (at least in her own world of puns and dad jokes). 

 

She dreams and prays a lot. She writes as if the world would run out of ink and words -- thinking of all the letters she wants everyone to read. That’s me. I’m Sol, the sun that will beam even when everything is pitch dark. 

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That's me. I'm Sol.