My son is not here. I thought that he’d forgive me. The eulogy falters as the cold, shadow breath of my regrets fill the lonely church.
Deborah Walker can often be found in the British Museum nicking ideas from ancient cultures.
My son is not here. I thought that he’d forgive me. The eulogy falters as the cold, shadow breath of my regrets fill the lonely church.
Deborah Walker can often be found in the British Museum nicking ideas from ancient cultures.