‘All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street…’
This year we stumbled across this world-famous story being read aloud by Dylan Thomas himself.
‘All the Christmases roll down toward the two-tongued sea, like a cold and headlong moon bundling down the sky that was our street…’
This year we stumbled across this world-famous story being read aloud by Dylan Thomas himself.