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[at-l] AT Sanitarium (OB)



I met a woman who claimed to be the legitimate queen of England on the trail
north of Troutsville(?) We chatted while she heated a pot of water on an open
fire she had built so we could share some tea. She explained she had to live in
the woods to escape the CIA .

It was a pleasant visit. Though I had doubts about the diligence of any CIA
search, it struck me that she was better off living in the woods than on city
streets.

She became quite rational when she saw a rattlesnake curled on the steps of the
latrine. Her tent had a tear near the floor. She borrowed some of my duct tape
to patch the hole, thus keeping the snake from entering, should it sense a
convenient mouse might be living inside.

Weary