Palomares spoken by David Hollman-Hill Waters on Breeze FM


 Here we have the Fantastico David Many Names Waters,

On Breeze FM - With his very apt story called "Palomares"



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  1. Berni AlbrightonJuly 26, 2024 at 1:47 PM

    I have heard his read aloud several times, but this reading was one of the best. It is so appropriate to what is happening in the US, it was perfect timing.

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