Stumbling down the sweaty and tortuous jungle path deeply, you may happen upon Plumb Shack, an oasis for the curious, confused and quietly desperate wayfarer of consciousness.
The bearded strolling weasel over there is me. Don’t be alarmed; I used to be civilized and can still pretend well enough. Continue reading Plant Diets — Reflections from Plumb Shack
La Maraña 
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