honu

One of my friends was seeking gross stories, so I contributed the following personal experience:

When I was a kid, I used to work with horse wranglers in the high mountains, many, many miles from the nearest road. Wild thunderstorms would role through every day. One day was particularly insane; rain so hard the entire ground was a river, lightning striking all around. You couldn't...
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It is obvious, yet curious how much we reflect not just our parent's beings and struggles but their parents and those before them; how captured we are by history and histories: how we live out unfulfilled intensions and strive to counter devilish ancestral patterns.ghosts and the souls that surround us. So often I come back to the idea that ones never by ones self.... how...
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soon I leave for a much different land