Social Issues Witness By Tom Zampino - January 27, 2019 0 626 Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp He raised his head slowly. His burnt, swollen eyes pierced the twilight, gutting me from inside out. I didn’t know the how or the why of his being here. This is a lonely, unforgiving place. Yet we both knew that he was home here Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)