The past creeps in and settles like a chill mist upon the reader while experiencing Khanh Ha’s The Afterlife of a Threadbare Jester. Yet a sharp little ringing, a tiny bell, can be heard just over the sand dunes in the distance.
The past creeps in and settles like a chill mist upon the reader while experiencing Khanh Ha’s The Afterlife of a Threadbare Jester. Yet a sharp little ringing, a tiny bell, can be heard just over the sand dunes in the distance.