The air was hot, but a weird chill in the air. The help was unreal and in the end undeniable. A chill at 150 degrees excited us all! If the tribe could only find it. It had to be in the ground or one of the trees around. the feared it would anger the sky above in a vicious manor. A beep from the bush left it surrounded. With the words of the old way.
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Jeffrey Allison
Grew up in Oregon on the bay where I learn to seek adventure in life as my parents got divorce. Travelled the Americas to learn more and be vocal on it all.
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