the Conservancy group huffed out the words because tiring. A peaceful morning coffee had broken into a rigorous schedule of appointments. The people of all ages hanging on for every word spoken were un-phased by the minor cussing at aches and pains.
A sock, bloody at the heel, had been hung on a tree branch. "It was probably a hiker's sock," the elder announced. "Doesn't look like a bloody massacre."
"True," a middle-aged, mild mannered man who cares agreed. "But with everyone on one channel of 'public' communications we had to do due diligence." Others nodded solemnly.
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