A hairy squiggle. The hairs are moving in the breeze. There is no breeze.

Specks of dust dance inside slivers of dim light that filter through narrow, murky windows.

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Welcome to my blog, a home for my short stories, lore drops, writing advice, inane ramblings, and anything else that crosses my mind. Subscribe to my mailing list and keep your eyes peeled for updates. Love, AH 

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