Written by Emily Harstone | April 7, 2017
They each retired to their lairs.
Hopeful, waiting in darkness, we watched.
they were here when I left.
A storm looms. All is well.
Tomorrow, he thought, they’ll be here.
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They each retired to their lairs.
Hopeful, waiting in darkness, we watched.
they were here when I left.
A storm looms. All is well.
Tomorrow, he thought, they’ll be here.