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Winter : Winter 11 : Blanche ford

Despite Don's potential spiritual backsliding a nearby muted rumbling drew me to the edge of the cliff over-looking the Blanche. My soul sighed at the sight, as all was indeed well. The Blanche was having its usual conversation with the woods and the woodland critters living there. I was permitted to join in and I breathed deep of the pure air around me. Suddenly, it was time for drinkies!

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