Most mornings I take a walk in the surrounding woods, either via the Anchorage Trail, the wilderness of the E.P. Sawyer Park, or the grounds of the JSH Plantation itself.
This fork in the wooded path is in the Sawyer Park, which is essentially a haunted forest due to a century of accrued vibes from it being the former grounds of the Lakeland (Central State) Insane Asylum.
Some mornings I flip a coin to determine whether I go the left-hand path or the right. Other days I just listen to the ducks. Sometimes the choice results in nothing but a pleasant walk. Other times it leads to weird shit.
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