The air has been still and silent for the entirety of the evening but a sudden movement, a disturbance as it blows across my bare skin causes me to wonder if i'm cold, if the temperature has changed, if I should abandon my plan to approach the beast head on and naked, unafraid of a scratch or a bite, welcoming the bruises and the blood.
Death by hanging at the Mannheim Stockades
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