Separated children at the border. I think of them often and there they remain. It’s been so long for them, they will not remember their parents’ faces, if they see them again.
We are lost.
Horror cotidiano.
writings + recordings
Separated children at the border. I think of them often and there they remain. It’s been so long for them, they will not remember their parents’ faces, if they see them again.
We are lost.
Horror cotidiano.