Duckerton, PI on Nostr: I woke up battered in the dirt. Salty sand on my lips. The damn foxes carted me off. ...
I woke up battered in the dirt. Salty sand on my lips. The damn foxes carted me off.
If so. Why have I made it through?
I vaguely remember the croons of seagulls, maybe it was them scared the bastard off. Left me for dead.
But, they did spare ripping me to shreds in lieu of the canine.
I need to tend these wounds.
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