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Daffodils beside the entrance to Hell
paulh, making lemonade from the lemons that life has given me Started conversation May 3, 2020
I remember a story by H.P.lovecraft, in which two men are beside a gravestone. One dares the other to open it and go down to meet the . Both carry walky-talkies, so the one in Hell can describe what he sees t the other.
Cellar bulkheads intrigue me in this way. Are those innocent daffodils a front for the entrance to unspeakable evil?
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