The Journalist and His Companion

  I want a companion to roam the world with me, Hand in hand we’ll conquer each city, And drift into trances at dawn, only To wake up at dusk in the country.   A few kisses here and there, as you hand Me the camera that will capture the world: Children starving, a mother’sContinue reading “The Journalist and His Companion”

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