| Comment | There's a big hayfield up near Cathkin...One in particular. It's got a long rock wall, a big oak tree at the north end. It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. It's where I asked my wife to marry me. We went there for a picnic and made love under that oak and I asked and she said yes. Promise me, Xander. If you ever get out, find that spot. In the base of that wall, you'll find a rock that has no earthly business in a Cathkin hayfield. A piece of black, volcanic glass. There's something buried under it I want you to have. |
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