I stood bathed in moonlight, staring at the gaping hole within the knot of an oak tree, tensely waiting for something terrible to emerge. When the hole closed like a fist I howled in rage.
Published on April 25, 2019
I stood bathed in moonlight, staring at the gaping hole within the knot of an oak tree, tensely waiting for something terrible to emerge. When the hole closed like a fist I howled in rage.
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