darkest hour before dawn by Terrence Sykes

darkest hour before dawn by Terrence Sykes in a walachian fog as i wandered grey narrow streets bucharest lay before me dim lamp posts yielded forth precious little to light my path my unknown way mercifully the haze softened seemingly endless blocks of drab soviet-era block housing staler than week-old rye searching & seeking cobblestonedContinue reading “darkest hour before dawn by Terrence Sykes”