Like a fox peeking out of its burrow, the sun’s crown penetrates the horizon, bathing coconut palms in flaxen half-light. The occasional sound of chatter breaks the cadence of cicadas.…
Like a fox peeking out of its burrow, the sun’s crown penetrates the horizon, bathing coconut palms in flaxen half-light. The occasional sound of chatter breaks the cadence of cicadas.…