The Little Lady fights her way up the icy Hudson, thick black exhaust belching from her barreled stacks, engine hissing and whining, like she was rudely jolted from her warm, glasslike caribbean drift. And here goes my eyes again – telescoping straight through her rolling stern
Little Lady
Little Lady
Little Lady
The Little Lady fights her way up the icy Hudson, thick black exhaust belching from her barreled stacks, engine hissing and whining, like she was rudely jolted from her warm, glasslike caribbean drift. And here goes my eyes again – telescoping straight through her rolling stern