i’m currently reading the novel the tree-sitter by suzanne matson -- “if only i would not go to Oregon and live in a tree with neil, who at that point had not yet found his name in the snake bends and coils of the river.” half way into the book they just arrive at camp, in Oregon, no less. ;)
and dryers do flumph.
and dryers do flumph.
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