Friday, November 1, 2013

Bogdan In Aryta, Russia #146 (Sorrow)

This child is going to die here in this bed. Someone call his mother. He's shivering; a dog scared by the thunder and scratching the door to get inside. This little creature's life is just like when you were 16 and walking through the city square. A woman smiled at you as she passed in an automobile and then you never saw her again.

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