The old man has traveled far. Crossing and recrossing the world. He seeks wonders and miracles and sometimes finds horrors. He collects these little miracles for all to hear, but he's yet to find what he needs. He travels the roads still. His ancient ford clad in meteoric iron humphs along. There is only one light working so at night it looks as if the car is winking. The old man has far to go.
This was something you needed to know.
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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