Walter Friedman’s Second Life
The morning sun careened into Walter Friedman’s bedroom, lifting the gossamer curtains on gusts of light. His eyes opened from deep and measureless darkness, and for the first time that year he was surprised. The…
The morning sun careened into Walter Friedman’s bedroom, lifting the gossamer curtains on gusts of light. His eyes opened from deep and measureless darkness, and for the first time that year he was surprised. The…