Dusty kisses of the lane in summer have given way to winter’s black mud embrace. Darkness raps at the window earlier each dying day. The season’s malign spirits sharpen their icy teeth. They will hunt for warmly-wrapped flesh, cracks in the door. For the sick-ridden. – #CLNolan
Dusty kisses of the lane in summer have given way to winter's black mud embrace. Darkness raps at the window earlier each dying day. The season's malign spirits sharpen their icy teeth. They will hunt for warmly-wrapped flesh, cracks in the door. For the sick-ridden. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 9, 2020