There comes a time when legends need to fall from the trees, leaves like whispers, and wash over the cold hard ground below. Brings new life to the fertile soil of the earth. This story is the tale of the three Englishmen. The boys who came calling to an old voodoo priestess, many, many moons ago. They were a cacklin' like some hens when they found
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