Dust motes danced in the slivers of sunlight that slanted through the grimy window, illuminating the quiet despair that clung to the small dog huddled...
The ancient banyan tree, its gnarled branches reaching towards the sky like skeletal fingers, offered a meager shield against the relentless Hanoi sun. Beneath its...
The faint scent of something sweet, something special, wafts through the air of the shelter today. Usually, the smells are a mix of disinfectant and...