Tag / Ariadne Wolf
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Chases – Ariadne Wolf
He chases her through time. Here a scrap of ribbon, yellow like her hair. Here a petal, here the smell of garlic. Or of leaves crunched underfoot, grieving their own deaths. He…September 12, 2018 -
Granny In The Forest – Ariadne Wolf
I am afraid. I am afraid. I am afraid, am I? I am. I? When they turn you into a rabbit fleeing down a hole in the ground, there you remain for…September 12, 2018
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