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ISKCON Warp World IXrough

cree ford wandered down along the path, road, to the river and looked to cross at the ford.

the river was kind of languid in the autumn like this.

the road was about the same.

it was a little turgid in the air and the beasts and foul of the forest seemed to settle in their nests and just watch their neighbors.

the forest hung over the road and not much of the sun could be seen, but the road was fully illuminated.

cree ford had seen a bear, maybe 265 lbs, and a cree or black foot warrior as he had moved along the road. they had all nodded and waved at each other, 'hari bolo!'.

there was no real reason scalping over territoriality because there wasn't any territory really worth scrapping for and what there was, was sufficient for a little private and communal ownership and grow'n grub.

most folks around here could be happy, with a smile on their face, with just some succotash and maybe a touch of molasses every now and then.

Haril Bolo!

of course he had a mission ...