Pbrgrim
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The path of the striderA Poem by PbrgrimA lonesome road of sticks and mold can turn a soul form warm to cold. If one fails to see the hints that lie beneath the striders prints. Life will .. |
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The huntA Story by PbrgrimAs I place my heavy leather boots down towards the soggy muddy earth I can feel the soft dampness of the soil as it conforms it's self to the imprint .. |