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The Thunder Birds of West Virginia

If you follow an oxycontin mule into the woods it may lead you nowhere, and that is where you may stumble upon a flying beast so rare that it exists only on the edge of itself. The Cherokee name them Thunder Birds, pterodactyls for sure, their large leathery hides loop and swoop. Rarely are they found nesting, but are said to be everlasting. O West Virginia, land of the hoped for and the hopeless, we honor your ginseng farms, your fields of pot, but forget you not the beasts that seek your moonshine by the light of ancient eyes, they often surprise us – quite a lot actually.

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