I followed the river home. Through the leaf canopy, the moon was just barely overcoming a thick night cloud. The
I followed the river home. Through the leaf canopy, the moon was just barely overcoming a thick night cloud. The
Water dripped down the old chimney, splashing onto cold bricks that hadn’t felt fire in half a century. My bed
In the end, we’re all alone. Each and every one of us lifts our heads each morning and reaches out
Strange winds blew through the streets of the capital. The hard leather heels of my shoes clicked on the concrete