It was a January afternoon, drained of light sometime just after four. Snow clouds edged their way across the great aerial common above, desperate foxes braved the lanes below earlier than usual, It was then I heard untrustworthy spirits use the voices of the dead. – #CLNolan
It was a January afternoon, drained of light sometime just after four. Snow clouds edged their way across the great aerial common above, desperate foxes braved the lanes below earlier than usual, It was then I heard untrustworthy spirits use the voices of the dead. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) January 7, 2021