Captain Peck is beside himself. Timmy has disappeared! The captain's concern is magnified by the darkness that has swallowed the ship, a sliver of cloud now covering the moon.
He motions to
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Captain Peck is beside himself. Timmy has disappeared! The captain's concern is magnified by the darkness that has swallowed the ship, a sliver of cloud now covering the moon.
He motions to
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There's something in the woods
the same thing that hides
in the closet
under the bed
in
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We pull off at the side of the highway in Somewhere, Maine looking to sing to the snails. There's a deep shoulder of gravel here, so we assume it to be a parking lot. The sky and the water and the ... [+]