Excerpt from Fishers of Men:
The Last Photograph
In the small photograph my mother has her eyes closed. I am shapeless, rather pale probably two. There is snow. My sister has a sled. It is only a year... Read More
Excerpt from Fishers of Men:
The Last Photograph
In the small photograph my mother has her eyes closed. I am shapeless, rather pale probably two. There is snow. My sister has a sled. It is only a year... Read More
