The scent of fresh water wafts up to the rocky crag under my feet. Clouds fleece the sky, and a March sun warms my arms. White houses with brown tile roofs dot the mountainsides. Only two barking dogs break the reverie.
War Criminals and Humanitarian Heroes
War Criminals and Humanitarian Heroes
War Criminals and Humanitarian Heroes
The scent of fresh water wafts up to the rocky crag under my feet. Clouds fleece the sky, and a March sun warms my arms. White houses with brown tile roofs dot the mountainsides. Only two barking dogs break the reverie.