The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
The stones were sharp,The wind came at my back;Walking along the highway, Mincing like a cat.
