Home doesn’t seem to fade
Damascus 1 The walls fall down around me. They back off. The smoke rises, and the mold blends with the bowels of the earth and sets in my palm. I am a tourist here; I don’t know what to do that would be worth the […]
Damascus 1 The walls fall down around me. They back off. The smoke rises, and the mold blends with the bowels of the earth and sets in my palm. I am a tourist here; I don’t know what to do that would be worth the […]
