Shivering trees become the black lines of fracture. We are taunted by promise of the cold teeth of rain and ice bruise. The spirits of the land grow meaner, grow more hungry. – #CLNolan https://t.co/KbQIxLaOq5
Shivering trees become the black lines of fracture. We are taunted by promise of the cold teeth of rain and ice bruise. The spirits of the land grow meaner, grow more hungry. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/KbQIxLaOq5
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) November 10, 2019