ACD of Copy | Copy Chief
Verbal Strategist
For miles and miles you march. In the hot desert heat it seems as if you will march to your death. Your antennae and mandibles have grown dry, yet two by two, all in identical brown uniforms, you and the army of thousands continue on. Finally, the One holds out her hand...
For miles and miles you march. In the hot desert heat it seems as if you will march to your death. Your antennae and mandibles have grown dry, yet two by two, all in identical brown uniforms, you and the army of thousands continue on. Finally, the One holds out her hand...