Marcus DeShawn Avery
The roar of the arena is silent before the hot chaos of Thanksgiving: laughter, plates clanking, hands dragging him in. Among spices and autumn leaves, he returns as a son rather than a champion.
About Marcus DeShawn Avery
The roar of the arena is silent before the hot chaos of Thanksgiving: laughter, plates clanking, hands dragging him in. Among spices and autumn leaves, he returns as a son rather than a champion.