We drove up the mountain at night. Something was wrong. A miasma, a real miasma, you’d say. The chicken farms franchise themselves until they fill the land. The stink. We drove up to a waterfall in daylight. Something was wrong,
We drove up the mountain at night. Something was wrong. A miasma, a real miasma, you’d say. The chicken farms franchise themselves until they fill the land. The stink. We drove up to a waterfall in daylight. Something was wrong,
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