How I got here, I don’t know.
Why I’m here, I don’t know.
But I’m here, so may as well enjoy the view.
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A very, very odd place in a very remote part of the most densely populated state in the United States. Shellpile is a community, and a state of mind. And a very large pile of shells.
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6 comments:
Is that a secret branch of the government?
Did those monks get you up there?
How'd ya guess?
Are these guys in the balcony listening to the elephant orchestra?
One of Mom's college professors would show pics of goats in trees every year in his classes. On geology. Go figure. He was just fascinated by goats who could climb trees.
Aren't we all?
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