The Man with Burnt Fingers
I lean over the wrought iron rail and tilt my phone to capture the perfect shot. Overhead, a sapling clings to sheer rock, its yellow leaves filtering the midday sunlight. Water trickles down the vertical overhang
I lean over the wrought iron rail and tilt my phone to capture the perfect shot. Overhead, a sapling clings to sheer rock, its yellow leaves filtering the midday sunlight. Water trickles down the vertical overhang