Wren on the Blue Gate He was insectivorous. Starving most all the time in this season of snow. The iron gate guarding the drive toward the monstrous home, was itself, comparably monstrous. The hinged entryway was painted a deep blue. It served as perch beneath the thinnest of scrawny talons. They... Sign in to see full entry.
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