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Monochrome Nightmare – Netting

There was something behind the nets, but I couldn’t quite see what. She was crying by now, and her skin had grown cold and waxen. She seemed to understand something terrible would happen when I looked on the object behind the nets.

October 17, 2014 Posted by | Fiction, Photo, Photography | , , , , , , | 1 Comment