The red summer sun sets in mystical places, black are the nights of summers days end ... We’ll find the speck of truth in each riddle, hop in the saddle and whistle along … Come on I’m a whistler, I have a fife and I’ve come to play … Ian Anderson … Jethro Tull’s, THE WHISTLER ...

This tree has an appendage … Zoom in

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