Deep into the mist by an Antarctic sea as a tower begins to rise . . . no one supposed to have been there before . . . a frozen waste they said back in London . . .but perhaps not . . . closer and doors that shiver as a spectral something seeps through . . . not wanted one is . . . no . . . their lair disturbed and who knows what now . . . .the Southern Pole and a control over the earth that can only be imagined . . . better it would have been to not be disturbed.
Today’s post for my fall series all posted over on my Substack and free to look at if you like. Including this very sparkly tiara from Lydia Courteille.
