I’m sure that many of you, like me, are being revisited by emotions and memories that you thought were long forgotten. In exile you learn that you cannot bury the truth. It rises to confront you. The days, months and years in which our story was neglected haunt us, in this rite of passage.
The Wild Wind
The Wild Wind
The Wild Wind
I’m sure that many of you, like me, are being revisited by emotions and memories that you thought were long forgotten. In exile you learn that you cannot bury the truth. It rises to confront you. The days, months and years in which our story was neglected haunt us, in this rite of passage.