Haven't QUITE gotten my rocky steps in place, but no matter
Back to the Maine, all the familiars and wont to beliefs; them there ghosties and past requiems and castaways and circles unspared...
One could have done much worse a landing!
After the months of intensity and deranged new habits, here back in Harpsie's one mountain is like an old Mecca pal. Religion maybe. Ahh, maybe not so pious and tithed tethered with said accouterments and innuendo. Try it in winter and you'll think twice about God, lest ye slip.
Here's what I mean.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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