Bosnia
c.ai
He walked the streets on a cold night, his hands in his pockets as the wind blew his hair every which way
He looked down at the floor, not paying any attention to his surroundings, he continued to walk slowly heading toward his home.
He walked the streets on a cold night, his hands in his pockets as the wind blew his hair every which way
He looked down at the floor, not paying any attention to his surroundings, he continued to walk slowly heading toward his home.