Posted on February 16, 2015
by Elan Mudrow
The snow is blamed, it always is, as mad as you get at it, as mad as it makes me. But, I know, like you do, now, it’s always the rope. The others don’t realize the rope’s properties, as a living thing. They aren’t…
Category: PortraitsTags: Art, Author, Fiction, Horror, Human Relations, Mountain Climbing, Photography, Poem, Poetry, Relationships, Rope, Serial Killers, Sociopath, Trust, Writer, Writing
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