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only visitors i get out here are the mormon ladies, and folks lookin to serve papers.

i dont answer the door to neither.

as a midwesterner, I would rather die than go through another winter, and I'm starting to feel a little worried about that as summer ticks away

license for prostitution: 1881

out back after church

sneak a peak

no one comes to visit

I see its shadow circling through the window shades. It passes the bedroom, then the kitchen, and finally the front door.

Heavy footfalls clunk in time on my back porch, and nails scrape along the outer cabin wall.

It's gurgling as it paces around tiredlessly. There's a weak cough, or did I imagine?

Soon the sun will rise and force it back down the hill and into the pond.

I've almost made it through another night.

when lunar moths blow in

The woods are groaning.

They're screeching.

skull of the oppossum I cleaned up this summer. likes to read.

save me a seat next to you, don't wanna miss the sermon.

We don't howl at the moon in this town. We stay very quiet. You'd best do the same.

Day Dreams and Night Terrors are smearing into one, these days..

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