I always stop here for a moment of silent meditation. Well I am silent but the woods are filled with a symphony of music from the crickets, tree frogs, the bass of an old bull frog and some things I am not sure I want identified. It is a place for spiritual renewal but so far it hasn't helped the corn. It's gonna take a nightwatchmen and I haven't found one yet. Could someone lend me a mountain lion?
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Wow, what a spot to help lick the wounds!
I see Blue Corn there somewhere.
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