It came from the Ice
it came from below
one pale horseman
with the word death carved upon it’s bones.
I used to think that I had to go in search
of the curious, the strange, the thing that takes your breath away before you can scream.
Silly me.
Of course I don’t have to go in search of that.
It’s always there.
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Photos from the Puyallup Fair
Puyallup Washington, USA
September 2017