![]() ![]() This evening is reminiscent of a long-ago murky Halloween night when a masked assailant, massive as a bullock, crouched behind this reddish-purple façade in Eerieton, where butchers wet their blades to slay the innocent. It is late, but here it is for what it’s worth. Filling out the form will not create a comment, you have to do that manually. ![]() Please note: the form and the comments are NOT connected. Entries with links to their blogs should appear, simply click on the link, and you will be directed to that writer’s blog. To see other people’s entries, scroll down down down to the table directly below. ![]()
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