"I want to know the things the ground knows," whispered Ilsa. "What the ground knows, and the dead..." (unfinished novel 'Appalachian Death Ride,' by Michael Poore, author of 'Up Jumps the Devil,' Ecco/HarperCollins. see mikepoorehome.net )
when I was a little girl, I would slip away from the house for house. No one ever realized what I did those days. if my mother knew she would have fainted, that goes for the rest of the village too. For no one had ever seen a Mogaul and lived to tell the story. yet I befriended one, sitting on his mossy knee I would tell him stories of far away lands. those were the best days of my life.
umbrella art 12
reminds me of my fav french scary black-and-white animated movie peur(s) du noir (fear(s) of the dark) boy by rohan eason