My call is crock of #... I don't know, something stinks. Not enough pictures, same story, repeated almsot word for world when I look it up, and
remarkable inconsistencies in the story. My gut instinct tells me this reeks of nonsense.
I remember when I was little I used to have intense nightmares, but when I woke up I couldn't remember what they were, all I could remember was a
stone exactly like that one...strange...kinda creepy, to this day I still don't know why those dreams scared me, or what they were even about.
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