May 20, 2013

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Well, see them boulders scattered about yon. Was a time when the Washoe people come up to summer at the lake and their women folk pounded pine nuts on ’em. As purty a little stream as you’ll ever see flows down along by that stand o’ trees afore it gives itself up to jine forces with the marsh. Them days is long gone for sure, but by cracky, the redwing blackbirds still flits about shoutin’ their sass, don’t they?

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