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July 24, 2009
Jump over the wall and proceed along the stream, bubble bubble rumble it goes, merrily over stones. Shady and dark the forest is, full of dwellers, and amongst them us, tangled in vegetation, entangled. Lush and green and shady the valley is, steeper and steeper its walls barely visible, trees in the way, trees are the valley walls. To cross is to slide off (show off), slide off the rock and into the water, shucks. The hut is abandoned, but two bed frames made of sticks and a table await the return of the hermit. The dog doesn't do spooky.