On still nights at Veterans Lake, some swear you can hear the cries of a desperate mother. Long ago, she vanished beneath the water, clawing to save her child who never surfaced. Now, when the fog rolls low across the lake, a pale figure drifts along the shore. Forever searching, forever calling.
Printed or pressed on Comfort Colors blanks. These are all cotton, so size and launder accordingly, please and thank you.
