Flicking the raindrops from the flower petals as they stroll through the graveyard.
The sparrows chirp. The crows caw.
They wonder when they will be visited next.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horrorscopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
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