ESSAYS

STONE SPECTRES

Ghosts. My mind is full of ghosts. I’m thoroughly convinced a wraith is going to materialize in the steely clouds that obscure the rugged stone walls and glide towards me across a grassy hillside punctuated with lichen splattered boulders. The wind has picked up and cold draughts blow down my neck, penetrating through my many layers sending chills down my back.

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