Robin Hawke


Zenith
December 24, 2011, 6:29 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Sitting at the top of the world seems like a good idea. Until you can’t breathe deeply and panic and no one offers oxygen. Then it’s time to head back to the sea.

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