WHISPERS IN THE WIND July 4, 2019Susanne Leist Creepy. Dark and deserted. Overgrown lawn. Whispers in the wind. The house calls. It beckons. The night falls. And so do the footsteps. Share this:The Dead GameTwitterTumblrLinkedInRedditFacebookPinterestWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
K2, the great white Kuvasz, and me July 6, 2019 / 10:30 am I can relate to this beautiful poem 🙂 When I am hiking with my dog during late nights, I usually come across houses and mansions like the one in the picture. LikeLike
I can relate to this beautiful poem 🙂
When I am hiking with my dog during late nights, I usually come across houses and mansions like the one in the picture.
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