Dave Bonta December 27, 2008 In the darkness and fog, the sound of slush being punctured and scraped aside. I can just make out the solid shadows, their many thin legs. Share on social media Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads