The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into...

A monkey?

I think not.

Auteur: Garth Stein

The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest corner of the forest and finds himself transformed into...<br /><br /> A monkey?<br /><br /> I think not. - Garth Stein



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