Behind the Iron Gates. Monja Blanca.
There would be little time for names or stories that day. But there would be faces of the little ones with shaved heads and hollow eyes. There would be...
Lights and Baskets and Broken Things.
I snuggle under the warm quilt as the day breaks outside, and my mind drifts in a sleepy, still jetlagged fog to another world. The cold outside and Christmas...
pamela and the shy smile.
She’s the new girl. And it’s a brand new world for her, being in such a safe place. You can see it in her eyes as they dart from...
