And It Came From the Blog: Personal Posts
It was a dark and stormy night. Scurries crept, shadows lurked, stenches wafted, and slithers slunk. The crickets and toads dared not whisper, much less chirp or croak. The only disturbance in all that boggy, fetid tableau was the madman digging with his shovel. Covered in slop and mire fromĀ head to toe, heĀ raised and hauled …