We are walking down a path at evensong arm in arm.The air is frosty and we hear the roar of the ocean coming in on King tide.
My breath is fogging up my glasses. A very comfortable winter evening walk. The path is borded by briar hedges. My companion begins to morph into a dead husk. The cold does this to her. She floats off as so many ashes.
This is a true story. Merry Christmas!!!
We are walking down a path at evensong arm in arm.The air is frosty and we hear the roar of the ocean coming in on King tide.
My breath is fogging up my glasses. A very comfortable winter evening walk. The path is borded by briar hedges. My companion begins to morph into a dead husk. The cold does this to her. She floats off as so many ashes.
This is a true story. Merry Christmas!!!
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Cadrewolf2
03:35 Dec 20 2024
Merry Christmas