Hookland 10/12/18 7:22:32

I am the invisible sensed only by hound. I am the extra, unseen presence riding the wind as it picks leafs from the trees. I am the breath of magic against your neck. – Old Cunning Wren

I am the invisible sensed only by hound. I am the extra, unseen presence riding the wind as it picks leafs from the trees. I am the breath of magic against your neck. – Old Cunning Wren

— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) December 9, 2018