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This 78 degree warm front before the rain tomorrow brought the fish shallow. Saw about a dozen 2lb+ LMBs just hunting along the drop off at this lake with great water clarity, about 8-10ft deep. Before I caught this gal, I had a jerkbait tied on to fish along the drop off as there were bass just swimming along it all around the bank. Sight fished and watched a LMB chase my jerkbait in and eat it, super sick watch. After that, didn’t get anymore bites so I decided to switch to a ned rig with a strike king ragetail. Right as I was tying it, I looked up and to my right and saw a small bass swimming by and decided to speed up my knot so I could catch it. As I finished up tying on the ned rig...

This 78 degree warm front before the rain tomorrow brought the fish shallow. Saw about a dozen 2lb+ LMBs just hunting along the drop off at this lake with great water clarity, about 8-10ft deep. Before I caught this gal, I had a jerkbait tied on to fish along the drop off as there were bass just swimming along it all around the bank. Sight fished and watched a LMB chase my jerkbait in and eat it, super sick watch. After that, didn’t get anymore bites so I decided to switch to a ned rig with a strike king ragetail. Right as I was tying it, I looked up and to my right and saw a small bass swimming by and decided to speed up my knot so I could catch it. As I finished up tying on the ned r...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

Sunglasses have a price-tag problem. The $30 pair from a gas station scratches in a week. The $500 pair from a designer boutique gets destroyed the first time you fall asleep wearing them on a beach chair. And then there's the entire middle tier where you're paying for a logo on the temple, not better lenses. I've owned a lot of sunglasses. I've lost pairs out on the water, scratched some dropping them on concrete, and even sat on a pair. Five summers of buying and replacing has taught me that there's a sweet spot: $150 to $400 for well-built frames with real optical-grade lenses from makers who've been doing this a long time. These are the ones I keep on the...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

`First time unraveler. I went to my local thrift on the hunt and found an absolute score of a large sweater with a blend of 90% wool 10% cashmere. And it's a bit unstylish and has a small hole, so I feel less bad about harvesting it, lol` `Thing is, the tag says it is dry clean only. I would like to hand wash it either before or after unraveling it because of that "thrift store smell"` `I know that machine washing would damage the fibers, but what about hand washing? From what I understand, the main issue with this would be shrinkage and messing up the drape of the garment. Do I have to worry about that after unraveling/since I'm not going to be using the sweater, just ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

Im 26M straight looking for a bro to chat daily and what not. After I left the army a lot of my buddies stopped talking to me so that *****. Im into any sports, lifting, cars, hunting, camping and fishing. Also like playing videogames, I got a ps5 and a Nintendo switch. I dont mind if you the dude is gay or straight or what not. Just be masc. Hmu!

The dark land of the South, the West, so saturated in blood and nightmare black that the earth would be forever held in the strangling hold of ghosts that would not be banished. The land would not be exorcised, the vengeful dead things refused to be tilled. The ghosts held on. In flames and adorned in red. Led by horned things. Winged. Little gods. Terrible magic.  They warped and bent, spirits torn and mutilated souls. The hidden flow of the universe unseen like flowing milk from creation's bosom and ******. And in some places the milk of the cosmos spoils, sours, curdles into foul cultures: abominated shapes and drooling dark things that bleed and drip ichor and green decay. Ruined ...

Hi, Honestly Saudi didn't care about tourism much for decades during city building and infrustructure needs a reset. The Saudi coastal town of Umluj has an old town with a small castle, islands off the coast and an oasis (Al Fuqayyir in the map) and sand dunes to the east of the town. It is part of a riviera in the north west of the country, extending from Yanbu, Umluj, Wajh, Duba, Muwaileh to Haql. Each town has its old town and castle but Umluj is the potential. What does this area need from your prespective as a foreigner who might visit? (Hopefully post stays up. Requesting Mods for keeping it. Appreciated).