*
The infant souls crouched in the tunnel.
Water trickled and dripped… echoing…
Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled,
drowning the echoes;
he paused and tilted his head:
his moon-eyes flashed.
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*
The infant souls crouched in the tunnel.
Water trickled and dripped… echoing…
Raven’s claws scratched and scuttled,
drowning the echoes;
he paused and tilted his head:
his moon-eyes flashed.
Continue reading at France & Vincent