Backcountry Weather Systems LbNA #30983

To the south of Heaven lies a rich little town
To the north you can scream and the clear sound
Will carry for days over ancient and endless
Rocks and trees and valleys and fungus.

Farther east than a ruined castle
A little west of The Peak
A giant bobbin is half-buried:
A landmark to what you seek.

Climb the little dune,
Go to the tallest tree,
Down to your right,
A tree tunnel you'll see.

On the other end,
A clearing you'll find;
Look for the boulder
With a shelf in mind.


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Look out for broken glass, spiders, and random lightning strikes.
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