This little girl wandered over the playground and just stood there, one hand on her hip, expresionlessly staring at me. Her name was something like “Antika.” I asked to take a picture, she barely nodded yes, then kept staring.
Life Is A Slow Harold
This little girl wandered over the playground and just stood there, one hand on her hip, expresionlessly staring at me. Her name was something like “Antika.” I asked to take a picture, she barely nodded yes, then kept staring.
