Looking-Glass
Somewhere along the wend of the highway was a consortium of red-striped tents, their pinwheel colors whisked into dazzling streaks. Abe saw the night circling its arms around the f…
Somewhere along the wend of the highway was a consortium of red-striped tents, their pinwheel colors whisked into dazzling streaks. Abe saw the night circling its arms around the f…