The rattle of thunder and rush in the river was radar for the string of happenings to come. The haunted eyes, circled in black, the white skin stretched like pebbles over bones tips me off to what’s next. Some say it is only a legend, but when sharp tips of bony wings swing toward you very fast, ripping into your safe reality, you’ll believe anything!
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Wordle 712
The Bag Lady 
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