it’s 2 am again, and Marco’s softly following a will-O’-the-wisp into the murky depths of the bog, stumbling over logs in the fog, trying to reach the light in the night before the glowing Red eyes of the Beast close in for the feast.
October 22, 2014
spook lights got me lost in skeleton swamp
By marcofreschi
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