lambchapel

step upon my hearth, guest. though the wind beats coldly, here, in the antechamber of the old church, it is warm.

welcome to lambchapel, the haunt of a girl called lamb.

under this strange moon, everything is impermanent. that is to say, this website is under construction. watch your step.

hey, day by day

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  • new index layout
  • added links page
  • added fonts page