In the pitch black, predawn I’m woken up by a beautiful song. It sounds like a hymn of unknown…
As barking dogs, howling roosters, my neighbour’s television and the morning traffic competes for my attention at 4 am…
In the pitch black, predawn I’m woken up by a beautiful song. It sounds like a hymn of unknown…
As barking dogs, howling roosters, my neighbour’s television and the morning traffic competes for my attention at 4 am…