In the half empty cab of the bus an old man rooted in the corner is trying […]
Shamshad Abdullaev
September, the white-washed paws of the pups, wrinkled, gravelly. The soft smoke of the trampled foliage doesn’t […]
In the half empty cab of the bus an old man rooted in the corner is trying […]
September, the white-washed paws of the pups, wrinkled, gravelly. The soft smoke of the trampled foliage doesn’t […]