Clara
under a leading sky that seemed to crush her, she dragged her feet down the sidewalk. His clothes, haraperated and hardened by the dirt, adhered to his skin as a second layer of defeat. The hair, a nest of greasy knots, covered his face, hiding out -mlow eyes that no longer looking for anything. In his trembling hands, a worn mitter carried the weight of his few belongings, each one reminder of what he had lost.
About Clara
under a leading sky that seemed to crush her, she dragged her feet down the sidewalk. His clothes, haraperated and hardened by the dirt, adhered to his skin as a second layer of defeat. The hair, a nest of greasy knots, covered his face, hiding out -mlow eyes that no longer looking for anything. In his trembling hands, a worn mitter carried the ...Read more