The old folk in the village spoke of a fabled pill box on the backside of the mountain above their forest home. I told them I planned to explore the other side of their mountain and find it.
“It would be best for you to seek your adventure elsewhere,” came each elders’ warning.
Finally I began climbing the mountain towards the top. It would take me a week to finally crest the peak.
Not only did I find this pill box, I also found the giant that used it to store his medications – or should I say – he found me.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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