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79 Kookum Kookum picked kinnikinnik for me before the first thunder. Sitting on a hill under the old burr oak tree, with knives in hand peeling off the outer blood red bark curling the inner. The priest stopped by with two nuns in tow. What are you doing Josephine, making wiener sticks? You slapped your hand over your mouth shaking in silent laughter and almost rolled down the hill, then went with the rest inside to receive communion. Mine continued out below the oak. ...

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