Like an old pine’s shadow stretching across dawn-soaked snow, Chris Rusin’s “Time to Love” interrogates mortality with the disarming hush of a porch-light confession. Born in rural Kansas, tempered…
Read MoreLike an old pine’s shadow stretching across dawn-soaked snow, Chris Rusin’s “Time to Love” interrogates mortality with the disarming hush of a porch-light confession. Born in rural Kansas, tempered…
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