A native woman pulls up my red maple tree and says, "I don't want this plant here." Multiple synchronicities and clairaudient directions prove accurate. The check dam fills and I get some of my huge stock of seeds out into the dirt. Shade cloths goup over orchard trees. A wind storm blows off the roof of the dog house..

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