She walks in beauty in the woofShe walks in strangeness in the warp
Her touch is cold
Her gaze is old
and she beckons you to come to the warp
step for step to be lost like the wolf
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
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