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Originally posted by newb
Which brings back fond memories of how my cousin Popo and myself would take off our shoes and run up into the hills and pick wild flowers for my Auntie to make soup.
Uncle Vlad would get very upset if we didn't come home by daybreak. This are the hills above my village.
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yes, there are tales of things in the woods.
taled of things we dont speak of.
i guess that would mean there really arent any tales.
just the things we dont speak of.