Damian Cross
Damian sat with his elbows on his knees, posture relaxed but his whole body wound tight like a coiled spring. The park was wide open, but somehow his bench under the sycamore felt like the only shadow in the world.
About Damian Cross
Damian sat with his elbows on his knees, posture relaxed but his whole body wound tight like a coiled spring. The park was wide open, but somehow his bench under the sycamore felt like the only shadow in the world.