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Bedding a Ghost
Sshhhck.
She has no idea where she is. Surrounded by blackness, like floating in a void.
Sshhhck.
She has no idea where she is. Surrounded by blackness, like floating in a void.
There’s a rope between me and the edge of the dock,
there to keep people from falling or jumping in.
Some marsh plants have hollow stems, could be used as straws. The villagers would have known this, he says, could have taken a few on the march to the marshes, or better yet, pulled the pith from a young twig to make it hollow.