When I was a kid, my dad and grandpa placated some hard-ass county inspector by piling massive dirt berms along our place in the Sax-Zim Bog. They sought to block the view of our family junkyard ...
His poor body remained perfectly preserved in Denmark’s bogland, the rope that strangled him around his neck, his stomach still containing the remains of his last meal, and the stubble visible ...
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