Waist-deep snow

Day Two.   Snow fell through the night and drifted into the passage. The women and children are weaker today. Kenneth is ailing and must be dragged on a make-shift sledge. Robert appears to be delusional and only can speak of thick-cut bacon and death metal. The dogs are starting to look delicious, especially the fluffy one. We are, most certainly, in a predicament.

Edmund in deep snow

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Um, here’s a new card – inspired by the men, women, and children that ventured West .

Donner Camp

The Donner (Birthday) Party

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2 Responses to “Waist-deep snow”

  1. glenn house, sr. Says:

    I can see a bunch of little baloons with a small “burp” popping out of their mouths. Oh, Fran! What is wrong with me? glenn.

  2. zeichenpress Says:

    Glenn, nothing is wrong with you. Cannibalism is just another lifestyle choice.

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