A great sentence from ”Yiddish Policemen’s Union” by Michael Chabon
It’s not light oozing through so much as a residue of light, a day haunted by the memory of the sun
Anyone living up North or South certain points know this light
A great sentence from ”Yiddish Policemen’s Union” by Michael Chabon
It’s not light oozing through so much as a residue of light, a day haunted by the memory of the sun
Anyone living up North or South certain points know this light