Do You Speak my Language?
The dust rising of the parched earth drifts into my throat, a cloying suffocating feeling pushed into the back ground by the sights before me.
QHUBEKA UKUFUNDA
The dust rising of the parched earth drifts into my throat, a cloying suffocating feeling pushed into the back ground by the sights before me.
QHUBEKA UKUFUNDA