Jane Doe was eating clover back by the fire pit several evenings in a row. Even odder, she was by herself when she came to nibble on the blooming white flowers. I don't know if her fawn was hidden back in the brush by the property line. I hope they are somewhere safe.
February Story #10 And Workshop Updates…
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UPDATES ON IN-PERSON CLASSES Kris is starting to work on the reading list
for the Gothic in-person workshop. So thought I would give you all an
update on ...
16 hours ago
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