ONE 10 • Poetspace
Bebelplatz We huddle, peer through the pane of glass at our feet pebbled with raindrops as a large man crouches down with a folded tissue, gently wipes them away revealing more to us than bare shelves and missing books.
Bebelplatz We huddle, peer through the pane of glass at our feet pebbled with raindrops as a large man crouches down with a folded tissue, gently wipes them away revealing more to us than bare shelves and missing books.