3514A.
Another day of working overtime. Clouds moving in, there's a dusky darkness to the midmorning sky. I didn't think The Mountain would be out, but she was, and the dark cast to the light ... probably the same quality that the Grimm crew loved ... could not be ignored.
The iciness of the peak communicated very well this day. Behind me, a storm approached from the west.
The wind is always brisker Out 122nd Way, and it was hard keeping Olivia's door open without snapping shut on a leg or some other extremity.
But this was done.
The iciness of the peak communicated very well this day. Behind me, a storm approached from the west.
The wind is always brisker Out 122nd Way, and it was hard keeping Olivia's door open without snapping shut on a leg or some other extremity.
But this was done.
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