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| |  | | | | Morbid Multiples | | | | | Not one but five apple gourds, which have an unpleasantly mottled hue, lie in wait on this sill. Their shifty glances and tormented frowns were carved to look similar—yet not quite the same. A bed of dead branches ensures this vengeful band will get no sleep. | | |
# posted by Skylightsky @ 11:22 AM
