Lilliana sighs audibly, shuffling back over the cold brick floor out to the garden. Her brother Silvio laughs to himself and adds another line to the paper in front of him. Sunlight floods through the small square window above his desk. His large, rough hands dwarf the pencil between his thumb and middle finger. He folds the paper up and shoves it into an envelope. He pulls off the last stamp from the booklet and carefully places it in the corner. He examines his work and laughs aloud.
So, I’m gonna try my hand at this blog thing…
I am going to post analog media.