The Scarecrow

There he stands, smiling at me from across the barren field. I cannot help but smile back. In the gray November light the trees surrounding our desolate farm groan. Their gnarled and naked limbs shudder against the melancholy sky as the first breaths of winter stir the clouds. Yet even as the trees utter their […]

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