Jolly Baubles | Trance
Over three years ago, he prowled through our forest and undergrowth, stealing hunks of bread left out for the birds and foxes. He walked low, hunched, a skeletal being. In the door of our garage, there is a small square hole. No memory of how it came to be, but what I do know is … More Jolly Baubles | Trance
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