The Dread Morgowles stirs, blinks, shivers and points a tender threatening tremolatto tendril to the land; alien realm of dry beings who deal in deadening decay and dwell in concrete caves - they lost their way when they crawled out of the sea. . . . . .
Monday, 20 July 2009
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