I
remember when growing up, newspaper clippings my grandmother kept of strange
skeletons, weird animals and other assorted previously undocumented
oddities. This book was a treasure to
her, lending veracity to her view that there was a world existing parallel with
ours.
BUT, its interconnected with ours,
she used to tell me, that’s why these creatures sometimes appear - they’ve come
from there, squeezed out by pressure between the two spaces. She was convinced that storms did this.
I
sort of thought the cuttings were a hang-over from the Victorian Curiosity
Cabinets.
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