Friday, November 24, 2017

Winter River Bridge

Here, in the cold, lonely house one seeks warmth but it can't be found.  No solace.  Just cold, darkness.  Alone.  Utterly alone... save for the ghost of Lydia Deetz.  Even Morocco Jones is not to be found.

It's so much fun to spend holidays alone.  And hungry.  And cold.  And whiney.

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