The most ancient mountain I know is on fire. My beloved Big Rock in Crab Orchard Tennessee
is burning up its south face running in a line for about one half mile east to
west. There is also a blaze on top. It is so utterly dry and no rain forecast. God spare this ancient highland and the trees
that shade her. She holds many of my
oldest and most cherished memories. Amen.
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