Artemis 1
Back to the Moon
"We rise together"
To climb the unseen mountain
Known as gravity
About the Creator
Linda McQuade
I am a semi-professional tackle football player in the Women's Football Alliance. In 2021, principal photography for a television show I wrote was completed.
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