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-rep guy didn't free palestine

its not grooming if we're both 25

Guys, don’t associate with this guy. He added my little brother and spent 2 months grooming him. Luckily nothing came from it but I’ve already reported him to the proper authorities

- rep

We departed the cabin sometime in the early morning. We were around thirty kilometers north of the Georgian Bay. The morn was calm, and a whispering fog carried up from the dew creased fields, with it carrying an essence of haziness.
We drove north and then east. The haziness lifted and was replaced by a warm blanket of sleep. I stirred in a state of unconsciousness. A visceral dream state carried us to our youth. I remember him, strong and brave, yet caring and calm. I remember the pain, the sadness, but above all warming sense of unity and love.

The sharp turn along a faded green hill pulled me from slumber. He was quiet and had a cigarette clinging to his lip. I lit one myself and awakened my senses. I rolled down a window and breathed a cool elder air.
The air itself had an arid and almost static feel to it. As if in a vacuum state. It was like the land was attempting to put us in a state of suspense. Telling us that something had happened here, it provided the hint of an event, but only in its wake. The air itself provided a vise of complexity. I could sense an amalgamation of billions of ingredients, yet together in its form it was impossible to single out a modular component.
The two-lane course grey highway faded into a violent single lane gravel road, and then into a patchy dirt road. Another half hour of driving the road could hardly be defined as manmade. The car slowed and he shifted into park just in front of an ancient oaken tree.

The trunk held in it, two twenty-liter day packs. Mine was stuffed with a green tri-pod seat, a small single butane stove, my blackened pot and a one-liter water bottle. His was much tighter and carried an obvious weight to it.
We were as quiet as the woods. I kept wanting to reach out to him, physically and spiritually. But something told me that this... this was not the place.
No more than a kilometer into the thicket, the path turned into no more than a doe-pass. Twisting and dry tree arms clawed out as if the wild itself was alive. We had to weave and crawl in some portions. He always kept himself almost five feet ahead. He did not look back at me.
The thicket pardoned, and before us a desolate cliff top sat godly. The Northern Ontario woods stretched out, nearly infinitely in all directions. A titan, so vast and incomprehensible, and yet not a sound other than my quiet breathing and our packs hitting the lichen covered rocks.

I fired the stove up. The water boiled in my travel pot and he passed me some coco. He never sat but consumed something, based on my experience - Penis Envy. A powerful psilocybin.
"Why are we here?" I asked, not expecting a response.
He finally breathed, and exhale as if the weight of his whole experience had been lifted off. He breath carried northward with a fainting wind and with it carried off the silence of the woods, almost as if his breath had awoken the ancient woodland.

"Do you ever feel as if your life, and all other lives are waning memories? Memories of a vision once held by something greater. That even if we were to understand it is true purpose, it'd be pointless, for such an understanding it's self would be greater than the experience itself?"
I said nothing. I knew what he had asked. I also knew what he was going to ask. I let the silence grow.

"How can one go back after understanding their own triviality? What does a single, finite being have to offer and endless symphony?".
He smiled, which was the first I had seen in a month. It was then I realized that his face wore not sorrow, but a perception of something greater than himself.
He looked at me then, and his eyes offered a comfort I had not felt since I had been wrapped up in his arms.
"We don't" I said, slowly.
And, as though my words carried with in the disillusion of reality itself, he was gone.
I drove away from that old ridge, and I did not dare myself to look in the rear-view mirror. I was scared, but I did understand. There was nothing there.
I do not speak of the day. Nor would I. It was a greying and whisp of a memory. Attached to my psyche only in dream.
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