SoulCreole: Ghosts in the Garden, Part 1

The screen door was hung tight, like all screen doors in the country seem to be, and it slammed as I walked out into the cold afternoon air. A striped-back chipmunk scurried past my feet at lightning speed, hanging an impossible left toward the carport wash room and a work table full of baskets of… Read More SoulCreole: Ghosts in the Garden, Part 1

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