The Black Veil. Mrs. H rang at four-thirty, just as the October light was failing. “Elena, darling. Don’t hang up.” I shifted the phone against my shoulder, still wrapped in the cardigan I’d been wearing since morning. Possibly since yesterday. The heating was on but the cold wouldn’t leave—not the surface cold of autumn in…
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Patio and Patria
Dear D As they say above so below or is it underneath…anyway they are referring to mother natures law of micro and macrocosm. Astral planes or plain conspicuous, no matter it functions the same. Also in the human world. So the meddling from our neighbour with the misplaced sense of righteousness is equivalent to and…
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