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This is My Only Home

Time to start the annals of Falcon Ridge 19, the chronological account. It starts on Wednesday morning when Fred picked me up. I’m not going to give a tale of our trip as it was for the most part uneventful. The only pressing question on our minds was rain. Would we be able to make […]

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This is My Home

I’m back from Falcon Ridge. I got back eight hours ago and had ambitions to do things today including writing this hours ago. It’s hard to do that when you fall asleep sitting in your chair. I still have things to do but I won’t make My Gentle Readers wait another second. Jake J asked […]