Inna Safa

  • A Baker’s Tale

    Take an early morning walk down Evoraberg’s Main Street when the only stoplight in town is flashing yellow. The glow of street lights create haloes on the road. Darkened storefront display windows stare empty-eyed as if in a trance. A car slips past, its tires whine as it fades into the predawn darkness. The October

    Read more →