Losing herself in images and voices of spirits emerging with the shadows and colors of her favorite turn of seasons - she’s seen & heard it all, this lovely barkeep after a lifetime of living and working all about her beloved Hollow.
But that was a rifle shot, and that a shotgun blast, and the drivers laying on those horns are enraged - and the beautiful air of this perfect Autumn day is abuzz with more shouts & cries & shrieks than ever.
Something is different this year - more than ever are swarming here - the new way is being challenged even here.
These new notes swirl in her embrace of the unspoken missives of the elements that have always made this place special and a favorite destination - forever her soul has merged with those of the lovers who seek to lose themselves in the joys and frights of getting lost in the tangle of paths - but now, this year, as one with the angers and fears of these times, something is amiss…
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