The Lady of the Lake
In the silence of the night, all Will could see were the dark waves on the water. All he could hear were the leaves of the horse-chestnut rustling in the breeze. And then came a scuttling. Softly, from the other side of the lake, the sound of insectsβ legs clicking, scuttling. A reflection on the … Continue reading The Lady of the Lake
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