Sunday, October 2, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #67:





"He held the camcorder up to his shoulder and aimed it in the direction of the forest. Through the camcorder’s eyepiece, there was not much that he could make out: little more than an indistinguishable mass of trees and blank darkness."

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