Winged horrors
Dec 27, 2020
2 minutes
JONATHAN KRONSTADT
I was sound asleep in the only place on Earth that I remember my dreams – my wife’s family bach in the mountains of upstate New York – when she poked me and whispered the eight words every man longs to hear: “I think there’s an animal in the room.”
At the time, the mind-bending non-specificity of this marital message did not,
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