the winter anthology
Vol. 13
Lee Si-young
Passing Through
Seongeup Village
Whenever I gaze into a horse’s virtuous eyes, I seem to see the indigent evening in the direction the wind is blowing from.
Passing Through
Seongeup Village
Whenever I gaze into a horse’s virtuous eyes, I seem to see the indigent evening in the direction the wind is blowing from.