A Tribe Called Soccer
Contributing Editor Graham Fox
As the wild cats roar in the dark, a tribe gathers in a stone room, the air full of dried herbs.
The nights have been cold.
The elders say the time for planting and growth is here (the stars foretell it), yet the frost still attacks the crops. The tribe needs the sun.
Du Nord @ Jul 3, 2011 4:18 PM EDT | Blog Profile
