He threw stones at the lake. He cursed the rain. He cursed his dead grandmother for her stories. At dusk, the holy wings came to see if he still doubted.
The presntation of the Wakinyan through the majesty of the storm gave it excellent presence. Bravo
Thank you very much! 😁🙏🏻🖤
You are very welcome!
Some awesome imagery in this! Great work Sacha.
Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤
Folklore! My favorite genre of horror. Good one!
Thank you so much, Chris! 😁🙏🏻
Forwarded to my Native friend who loves folklore.
Oh thank you so much! 😁🙏🏻
Beautiful writing right here!
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The presntation of the Wakinyan through the majesty of the storm gave it excellent presence. Bravo
Thank you very much! 😁🙏🏻🖤
You are very welcome!
Some awesome imagery in this! Great work Sacha.
Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤
Folklore! My favorite genre of horror. Good one!
Thank you so much, Chris! 😁🙏🏻
Forwarded to my Native friend who loves folklore.
Oh thank you so much! 😁🙏🏻
Beautiful writing right here!
Thank you very much! 😁🙏🏻🖤
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