The gothic art of romanticizing death... I'm starting to think it is a lost art.
One that perhaps we never really knew.
Especialy after looking at some recipes from the victorian ages. Weird.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
Haute couture and snooty writing abounds in this quaint and creepy blog of announcements, town gossip, horror scopes and other works regarding fictional people, beings and places.
December 18, 2023
December 4, 2023
Sweet Quiet
Sweet quiet of winter. Let the bony
tree branches grasp at dying souls.
For they are the souls of the
weak.
The souls of the people that could not survive the troubled
schedule of the hectic work week.
And for they we weep.
With kindest regards,
The Translator
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