The summer light passes through small lightbulbs with sandy beach towels just visible along the edge of the photo.
The summer light passes through small lightbulbs with sandy beach towels just visible along the edge of the photo.
Fall has finally returned
From a
Long
Long
Trip.
She arrives at our doors
Her hair turning burnt red
Hair like lightning
Sprung from her head,
In her garden she chased
Spirits of the dead.
"The keeper of the ghosts!"
The townsfolk would cry,
And from foggy windows,
I glare across the counter from my spot nestled between the folds of the brown paper bag. Stupid Gala is doing that thing again, as she has every single day, for the past, I don’t know, week?
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So cool! (I like your profile pic, too :) )
Thank you!
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