Tag: understanding what we can’t explain
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A Hoot Of A Christmas Mystery
It began with one. Out of nowhere, it appeared. A small owl made of straw-like material, decked with holly berries, greenery, and tiny pine cones. Stuck at the end of a wire, placed in the lawn close to the house. I immediately thought of Ethan, seventeen and possessing a very dry sense of humor. One […]
Tip of My Iceberg 