“Leaning against my car after changing the oil, I hold my black hands out and stare into them as if they were the faces of my children looking at the winter moon and thinking of the snow that will erase… — B.H. Fairchild Copy Share Image
“Leaning against my car after changing the oil, I hold my black hands out and stare into them as if they were the faces… — B.H. Fairchild Copy Share Image
