The villagers that reside to the south of the river are the stuff of local nightmares they frighten us - we shiver. Those southerners they ingest human flesh, stir tea anti-clockwise plus the animals & incest. ~ As the river flows through the heart of this village it alligns, defines & keeps the North safe in its grim. We burned the bridge last April muttered curses - turned the tables but there's some nasty hearsay circling apparently they can swim ...
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I don’t say much here, but….I love your writings. I look forward to them. There’s whimsy and magic and lore and sarcasm and…so many great qualities. Love it.
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thanks Stephellaneous. i love whimsy, that’s a great word & thing. nice 1
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Just got to thinkin’ – I hit “like” every day, but I really am reading. Your stuff is fantastic!
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cheers, i have got a book coming out soon. i’ll put a shameless ad on in the next week or so because that’s the WordPress way. have a good Mond’ & thanks for your kind words
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Sweet! I’ll be on the lookout – have a nice Monday yourself. 🙂
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