The place now windblown and the windows craggy holes, broken teeth of the very, very old. Within the snow sifting in and about; the old place wins still a shelter always and still for me and now for sculptures of desolation. 189 more words
In the tiny town of Anna, Georgia pioneers heard an unearthly scream a pond called Wolf Pond. Many believed that the pond was cursed, but now many residents believe that it was the call of a Florida Panther.