The story of Hamidai didn't scare me although I wondered if the legend were true would I see lights far off in the distance or hear voices of the long gonkumi people who once dwelled in the area? Suddenly, a cow lonely below startled me. I stood still, listening but heard nothing more than the rustling of the gentle wind in the trees. The aroma of burning oak in our campfire filled the air in a cozy peaceful settled in all around me
And that's so cool, really magical for people who have come to I don't know, I feel like things orbit you eventually write, baha has definitely orbited me for a couple of years. And I once took a road trip down towards I think it was Escondido. It was the furthest. I went down south and then Blycar and came back up