“Don’t jump,” I mouthed through the window of the taxi, my hand pressed on the glass.
Continue ReadingHimalayas
Ashoka the Bystander
Compassion for a being whose servitude I depend on is fruitless.
Continue Reading“Don’t jump,” I mouthed through the window of the taxi, my hand pressed on the glass.
Continue ReadingCompassion for a being whose servitude I depend on is fruitless.
Continue Reading
Subscribe to email updates!
Words, images and design ©2009-2024 Robert Schrader, All rights reserved. Read Privacy Policy or view sitemap.