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!
Friday, December 31, 2010
When the storms are at their worst, the Snowclops grimble through the blow. Like most predators they look out for stragglers and the weak. The storm covers their tracks and trails. Their only trace is in the missing.