The edifying truths of independence
We live at the end of the line; the power line. It is strung from old poles through pine woods, above a barranc crowded with dry cane, down into another far deeper ravine and out again. Winter can mean...
We live at the end of the line; the power line. It is strung from old poles through pine woods, above a barranc crowded with dry cane, down into another far deeper ravine and out again. Winter can mean...