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As the nights draw in…
Here in the northern hemisphere, autumn is wiping its muddy feet on the mat, stippling trees in the beautiful hues of their decay. Night is claiming the hours of dawn and dusk abandoned by our hot, bright star. And winter … Continue reading →
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Tagged forest, hand crafted, hand-sewn, letterpress, Old Magic, short stories, winter tales
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MEMOIRS OF A HUSK 