Echoes of the Streets
April 12, 2024 • Anonymous Submission
The sound of drums. The crackle of paint cans. The city became our canvas…
What we made wasn’t just protest. It was presence. It was permanence.
April 12, 2024 • Anonymous Submission
The sound of drums. The crackle of paint cans. The city became our canvas…
What we made wasn’t just protest. It was presence. It was permanence.