• ℕ𝕖𝕞𝕠@midwest.social
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    1 year ago

    Despite hearing tales about will-o’-the-wisps all my life, I still followed a mysterious light deeper and deeper into the woods, and it was only the sound of a foghorn blowing almost directly beneath my feet that roused me and prevented me from tumbling off a cliff into the Ohio River. I was less than two feet from the edge, and I didn’t even see it.