Georgia – Lawrence Bransby (Issue 15)
I stare at the towers, imagining marauders on horseback, serfs crouching servile against these cracked stone walls, their bare feet muddy and calloused. Thin dogs…
I stare at the towers, imagining marauders on horseback, serfs crouching servile against these cracked stone walls, their bare feet muddy and calloused. Thin dogs…