from this shimmery vantage point on top of bunker hill, i can see deep into the Boston Common where 10,000 squirrels lay enveloped in one another's coats, a vast orgy of legs and fur. I christen this spot Mt. Whoredom after my late Godmother.
the above passage is from the novel I've been reading about the role of rodents in the Revolutionary war. the retreat was great and i feel very refreshed. 10 days of meditation and brown rice.
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great^7 grandpapa was famous for infiltrating the red coats' base camps and chewing through their powder kegs.
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