A sneak preview of a series I will blog properly later. Laughing, we ran through overgrown grass. Pushed through swinging nettles, giggled endlessly. As the wind grew harsh we walked, and retired to the warmth of home. This is my bestfriend, more like my sister though. ...
darkness seeped through the village a few weeks ago, crawling through windows and bricks. families huddled round candles and fire, hoping for light... ...
