It
Dec 12, 2021
It came from that very corner. Hidden under the baskets of wool. For if there was one, it would never bring. The brisk wind outside froze every lasting organ to their faces. They blew them off the whim for it. But it never came. Still hiding in that corner, under the baskets of wool. But then the children came, only to go. Go to the other world. But it stayed. It. There.
