A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the wo — Craig Davidson, Cataract City
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A sense of desolation settled within me: a cold, slimy stone lodged under my lungs. There was nothing happy about the woods, I thought, especially at night.

— Craig Davidson, Cataract City
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