OWH's Topic That Will Never Die XXIII

Church of the outdoors, chapter 2122, verse 137: Shortly after dawn, the sun is still behind the trees on the eastern ridge line, I'm picking up a sizable branch knocked out of the oak trees last night. I swat a mosquito on my neck. A neighbor offers, "God, save us from skeeters." I reply, "Amen." We nod good morning and go about our day.
 

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