The Grove of Bitter Dew

“Are you ever going to turn around?,” she asked, and, as before was greeted with silence. “You should see what I’m doing right now. I’ve got plants on my head,,” she said. “They are balanced perfectly, it’s really a sight.” His head cocked slightly. Had she not been staring she would have missed it. “And … Continue reading The Grove of Bitter Dew

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