Mark's Pages
Short man, skin darkened, whether from pigment or street soot can't be known. Throws his head back, caws three times like a crow, a call sent to heaven, or to nowhere, or to a friend in the next block.
Short man, skin darkened, whether from pigment or street soot can't be known. Throws his head back, caws three times like a crow, a call sent to heaven, or to nowhere, or to a friend in the next block.