might be better to hide under the bed for the day and hope a dust bunny doesn’t turn into a jumbo tarantula.
whirling in air on the wail of a zephyr’s last gasping breath as on a secluded beach somewhere in the southern seas the necromancer puts down his magic spear and stares into the whorls of mother-of-pearl in an ancient oyster shell . . . things to save and things to let go and who to survive . . . .another few days and it will be known . . . you to go or maybe me
has around 40 more pictures some of medieval pieces and some from 2023 including these two.
