They told me you were extinct in the visitors center a little plaque with your name outside we gather under the overhang as you dole out oil lamps they say it was the way you flocked that made you so easy to hunt, I’d say it’s your nail polish in the middle of nowhere...
Photo: ScottyBoy900Q at the English-language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons The grass is wet, dawn rinsing the sky pale as linen. Brick walls rise carefully,as if the fort does not wishto disturb the water.Cannons point outward,patient as old...
