Jarawa They do not know that this is her; the girl who walks barefooted, who eats with her hands, who climbs trees to sit in the cradle of crooked branches to gaze at the blue sky with her toes pressed against light brown bark. She wishes now to not see people, not to be with […]
29.06.2018 09:02
Désert I like to lie on dew-kissed sands and stare at the morning sky, watch wisps of white on endless blue and let the day flow by.