Love Against Society .mp3

The First Step Into the Storm The rain had been falling since morning, steady and cold, soaking through fleeces and percolating into shoes. The megacity looked muted under the argentine sky, its glass halls dulled, its neon signs blurred by wastes of water. Maya kept her head down as she crossed the road, the marquee pulsing in her grip against the wind. She was late for her shift at the bookstore again,