“A town at night has its own secrets,” An old woman whispered this into my ear when I was a child. I recall the late afternoon she came shuffling down the lane by our house in October, while my Daddy was chopping wood for the coming winter. Dust just swirling up behind her like she was… Continue reading A Town at Night has its Own Secrets
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I have always been intrigued by the forgotten story and mystery, intricately woven by those places and objects of abandonment
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