A Case Of The Mondays
It's 3:47pm. The sun sends its thin vestiges through the Venetian blinds that hang from my window, casting dark, jagged shadows ...
It's 3:47pm. The sun sends its thin vestiges through the Venetian blinds that hang from my window, casting dark, jagged shadows ...
It's the eve of the final hour above Yavin 4. The leadership of the Rebel Alliance gathers around the projection ...