Desolation in the land of plenty
Its huge mine hospital is eerily silent, its long corridors punctured by rays of sunlight coming through smashed windows
... that would be the hospital in which I was born.
{2013.12.13 23:06}
a blog, by Colin Pretorius
Its huge mine hospital is eerily silent, its long corridors punctured by rays of sunlight coming through smashed windows
... that would be the hospital in which I was born.
{2013.12.13 23:06}