It is that moment of serene quiet. The sun has breached the horizon. Birds for a brief second catch their breath. Crickets retire from their nightly symphony. A moment. A point. Now.
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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