The Black Dog Gnaws
Tuesday, November 27, 2018 at 1:10PM
Velvet Snoutingdingle

The water spirit has its true revenge. Or perhaps the wind-spirit has dug into me and placed a curse. Or perhaps the penetrating heat and light of the desert has stirred something in the darkness. Rheumatoid arthritis has come on me like a black dog, out of nowhere. It pulls apart my limbs and gnaws on my bones. The colour has drained  from my world.

For the moment.

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