When the storm hit the ships broke like old bones and the men slipped into the water. On shore, Mark’s mother covered his eyes too late.
Dom Turner takes pictures and creates websites by day, but he secretly wants to be a superhero (or a writer).
by Dom Turner
When the storm hit the ships broke like old bones and the men slipped into the water. On shore, Mark’s mother covered his eyes too late.
Dom Turner takes pictures and creates websites by day, but he secretly wants to be a superhero (or a writer).