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Once, Peter and I hiked through the landscapes of the glorious Aspe Peninsula.

We chased mountain goats.

Mountain goats chased us.

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The mountain goats are vicious, though one has taken to us, perhaps because we have been feeding it generous amounts of thistledown.

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Day 5

It took me bloody two days to get to Blackville, which I chose based on its name (yes, I sometimes judge books by their covers). To my grave disappointment, however, Blackville was entirely white. I don't mean in terms of population, though that was also true. No; the buildings were white, the city hall made entirely of white marble (overtaxing the citizens, I'd guess), and even the bloody forest outside of town — a pleasant place, I saw a few rabbits — had only white trees. Birch!

Seems as if the town was founded by a fellow named Herbert Black. The current administration wanted to throw visitors a loop — I can say they bloody well did that! Only half a day and a night here, then I left in disgust.

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