As the sun sets here over Roanoke Creek, Freyja walks up to the edge of the woods and bellows in her deepest voice, “I am on duty here. Keep your distance.”
Freya at dusk
By Tony Bierman
As the sun sets here over Roanoke Creek, Freyja walks up to the edge of the woods and bellows in her deepest voice, “I am on duty here. Keep your distance.”