Gnarled limbs stretch up towards the sky; desperate to grab hold of the moon. The massive Mother tree has been tended to by members of The Päck and is sacred ground considered by them. Much history has taken place beneath its boughs. What history will you create here? And what stories can you wrench from some of the older members jaws? Laying beneath the massive tree makes you feel empowered and safe. Occasional drizzles continue to sob over the territory.
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