Monday, 23 Apr 2012 | Views [167] | Comments [5] | Scholarship Entry
I step out of the forest, my arm bleeding, my skin slick with sweat, blood, and fresh rainwater. My guidebook is a smeared heap of now-recyclable mush. I ascend up the street, water pouring over my toes as if they’re unyielding rocks in a thrashing river.... Read more >
Tags: Travel Writing Scholarship 2012
