…. something was spawned up on the moor… something black that flew on dark wings…It heeds not time or place…It seem to have deveoped a penchant for the travels of Don and Wen….
“Are those two still at it?”
“Apparently….”
…. something was spawned up on the moor… something black that flew on dark wings…It heeds not time or place…It seem to have deveoped a penchant for the travels of Don and Wen….
“Are those two still at it?”
“Apparently….”
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Those clouds!
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The skies of the north come down to play 🙂
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Threatening yet lovely 🙂
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A strange mix… not unlike the book 🙂
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Authors are very weird people. That’s probably why I like you so much.
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🙂 That is probably the nicest thing you could have said, Marilyn 🙂
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Reblogged this on theowlladyblog.
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