Charlie’s Stones By L.R. Bonehill

Charlie's Stones L.R. Bonehill There was a white glare on the garden; crisp and glittering. The blizzard had started around dusk, unexpected and fierce. Snow snapped and spun in the moonlight; fell in whipping sheets to coat the ground inches thick.

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