Looking up, aware That I had lost the thread and a few moments in quiet reflection, I stood. Having already lost a few guests as they harvested their plant, I spoke to the others. They looked typical for this stage. Most were incredibly stoned, running an eye over the small silvered containers of weed I could see why. Oh well, isn't that what the love of weed is all about? "Friends, this is where your …showed first 75 words of 2595 total…

…showed last 75 words of 2595 total…guests, I smiled as she stepped out. Her favorite pipe, one given her by a Lakota friend over in South Dakota was cradled in her arm, an eagle feather twisting in the evening breeze. I stepped up to her and stopped. Turning, the sun half a hand over the highest peak, we started off, hitting the rough ground of the trail that only we took. scent of warm pine somehow wholesome in suddenly crisp air.