Don't go wandering, now...
To beware anything but the Witch would be wise.
By Ángel SierraPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
A cabin waits, lighting the woods of color—red and yellow, and the pale blue night.
Up ahead a house.
Air burns a fever, Come in.
Take a sip; mud tracks...
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Ángel Sierra
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