My story will be read at this event.
...Labarca had never been more than one dusty road along which houses crouched like brooding hens in a coop. Winter moisture stamped mildew patterns on the lime-painted walls, and steamy summers battered the rotting timber into networks of cracks...
My story will be read at this event.
...Labarca had never been more than one dusty road along which houses crouched like brooding hens in a coop. Winter moisture stamped mildew patterns on the lime-painted walls, and steamy summers battered the rotting timber into networks of cracks...