"The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now mo...
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