The Dells were beautiful back then. In the years after the war. Before they turned the valley into a playground. Threw it wide open to tourists. And other monsters.
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The Dells were beautiful back then. In the years after the war. Before they turned the valley into a playground. Threw it wide open to tourists. And other monsters.
She was a woman of Algonquian beauty. Dark hair. Dark skin. Dark spirit.
She was a witch. She was a whore. I thought that when she was dead, that when her cursed smile was literally removed from the face of the earth, that would be the end of her. But I was wrong. All those years I spent in love with a woman who wasn‘t in love with me. Now I am an old man in love with a ghost.
Starting this tonight even though I‘m so sleepy and felt ready for bed before 6 PM. Anyone else getting their butts kicked by this time change? It‘s usually so hard for me and once again it‘s bad! And shoutout to my heated blanky! 🥱😴📖
