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...
Thirty years. In the grand tapestry of feline existence, that’s a respectable age. I’ve seen countless sunrises paint the dust motes dancing in the air,...