The sun moves, across a bitter front
of steel, snow and isolation. It does little
to warm and melt the hard life of the
men, women, and children.
Thank you for reading,
-Alina
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness