NINETEEN AND FORTY-EIGHT
Swallows swarm in the sky. The sweat on his forehead no longer breaks. I put the bicycle on the ground. I sit on the side of the road, with the same ease with which…
Swallows swarm in the sky. The sweat on his forehead no longer breaks. I put the bicycle on the ground. I sit on the side of the road, with the same ease with which…