Something spectral to end the month – three rooftop finials pierce the black of last night’s sky.
The prongs of a pitchfork?
Perhaps the devil is on the loose; better stay indoors….
Something spectral to end the month – three rooftop finials pierce the black of last night’s sky.
The prongs of a pitchfork?
Perhaps the devil is on the loose; better stay indoors….
Ebb Then Flood 
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