Playing as a child, I roam the outskirts of my village, skipping near my relatives working in the fields, past cows in their pastures, beneath the shade of an ancient wall. Life is a blaze of color…
Playing as a child, I roam the outskirts of my village, skipping near my relatives working in the fields, past cows in their pastures, beneath the shade of an ancient wall. Life is a blaze of color…