Tuesday, November 03, 2020

Upon a Cold Morning

Frost clings to the trees, giving them a bluish hue. The clouds hang low in the air, yielding to their own weight of promised snow. But the castle is before you. Quiet. Seemingly empty. A shelter if nothing else...


 

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Gates to 51 Other Worlds

 Last week I found myself wandering the beautiful highland deserts of Nevada with my wife poking around various and sundry spots and locales...