Or cut him ‘till he cried out, in his anger and his pain, “I am leaving, I am leaving.”
Rudolf Belling, Max Schmeling
I was so focused on the sculpture that I didn’t see the woman walking until he’d hit her.
Or cut him ‘till he cried out, in his anger and his pain, “I am leaving, I am leaving.”
Rudolf Belling, Max Schmeling
I was so focused on the sculpture that I didn’t see the woman walking until he’d hit her.
Souvenirs 