City Park, New Orleans (Photo: en.wikipedia.org) They always met in the park. There were spirits there, too, of course: The drowned. The lost. The desperate. The abandoned young. However, these tended to be the milder spirits, mellowed by moss and rain and the freedom to roam on whispery winds. House spirits were harsher, meaner, and … Continue reading Bayou Bridged
Copy and paste this URL into your WordPress site to embed
Copy and paste this code into your site to embed