Through a Window, Darkly
"A litany of sounds floods the room. I sense possibility and my own vulnerability." By Cynthia McVay I sleep with the window open. Wide. It's not just the window but the wall that…
"A litany of sounds floods the room. I sense possibility and my own vulnerability." By Cynthia McVay I sleep with the window open. Wide. It's not just the window but the wall that…