Damn fine writing, Meg Barclay who I can’t seem to tag.
I can’t get that image out of my head; that comparison of house and tomb. So eerie and unthinkable and yet relatable at the same time…
Pretty amazing stuff.
Also I have the gooseflesh now.
Brrrr…
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.
