The Language of Home
It's November, and the air seeps in through cracks in the windows. I'm bundled up in my blanket, listening to songs from my half-broken handsfree. I…
0 Comments
January 1, 2021
It's November, and the air seeps in through cracks in the windows. I'm bundled up in my blanket, listening to songs from my half-broken handsfree. I…
Photo by John-Mark Smith I entered through the metal gates into a small garage area as my little cousin opened the door and spirited away, chattering.…