misc.fords
A rather indirect ramble through the aft end of life.
Monday, July 30, 2012
The Kraken comes ...
... at dusk on a lonely shore. Lumbering its slimy bulk across the pebbled beach, it heads to the tree line and the morsels that slumber beyond.
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... at dusk on a lonely shore. Lumbering its slimy bulk across the pebbled beach, it heads to the tree line and the morsels that slumber beyond.
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