Haïta

Haïta

It has never been a lonely place. The mountains are - for all its cold and unforgiving nature - never quite devoid of weary travellers or weathered mining folk or…
Withered

Withered

WEEK ONE: I’M DONE To the left The whispers of the wind Skating across Caressing  The textured imperfections Of  her face. To the right The flaming sphere Nestled between the…