The Forgotten
The air was brittle with cold as we left the Highveld on a frigid July morning. Father ran a tight ship, so at exactly 04h00, we would smooth the static out of our hair and settle down for the 2 …
Category: The Forgotten
The air was brittle with cold as we left the Highveld on a frigid July morning. Father ran a tight ship, so at exactly 04h00, we would smooth the static out of our hair and settle down for the 2 …