Musings, rantings, and dispatches from a rural homestead in the hills of the Willamette Valley, Oregon. Hot flashes included.
Friday, December 7, 2012
Stalked
Sometimes when I'm alone in the house, I get the feeling I'm being watched. I sit with my back to the window, reading the newspaper, and suddenly feel a chill crawl up my spine. Quickly I turn around and....
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