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Travel, by way of the hound

I started my summer in Seattle, Washington. Beautiful place, the Emerald City. I had some good times there. Holla Scott Hyde and co. But, I left Seattle after two months for Arkansas. I chased a rainbow in hopes of finding gold. On my journey there, I had to travel by Greyhound. My brother, Steven, dropped… Continue reading Travel, by way of the hound