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They are a low-lying, sandy pit just South of White Hall, Arkansas. Something about the acoustics there made even a scream sound muffled. We also called it "The Pits" for brevity's sake, but "the Mumbles" was the more poetic name my uncle gave it.
"The Scatters" is a wooded area , or it used to be, by the Gaylord paper Mill out in Jefferson County where we used to roam and hunt- a place that no one seemed to ever get a grasp of, everyone got lost. It was marsh, bayou and pine. When the day began to fade and the sun's light began to filter low through the pollution from the mill, it created a biomechanical nebula of orange and violet. reeked of ammonia and pine.
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I am The Mighty Cooch!!!!!!
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