Wind tickles past my ears, whispering dreams of long ago. I turn my head to listen to the hard-wrought tales of giants and men, of stones and bones, of beauty and pain.
“I want to go.”
“This is boring.” Continue reading Cappadocia
Wind tickles past my ears, whispering dreams of long ago. I turn my head to listen to the hard-wrought tales of giants and men, of stones and bones, of beauty and pain.
“I want to go.”
“This is boring.” Continue reading Cappadocia