#Valleys: Scarecrow #Fifty

PerspectiveOn the old stone, at the corner of the medieval market, he sits, hooded, silent, unapproachable.

Children avoid him, fearing the deep pit below the hood: no eyes, no smile to be seen, as if the creature was only darkness.

Yet he’s alive, observing, waiting for his time to come.

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