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As a newcomer to Oregon, I haven't learned my way around yet. And since I love to hike, I am doubly lost. On one such excursion into the Cascadian wilderness, I became lost - bewildered as to where I was because I couldn’t even navigate by the stars because of a popular feature of Oregon - clouds. I was down to my last blunt. The cartridges were gone. All the Blue Dream flower was LOOOONG ago enjoyed. Just a blunt. And in my current situation, it might as well have been the LAST BLUNT IN THE UNIVERSE. I was left with no other alternative, I prayed. There has never been a more sincere, profound and desperate prayer heard in the backwater of Oregon than mine. Hours later, I was bluntless, cold and wondering if I would ever see the shining temple known as Nectar and Leroy, the High Priest. Then, out of the darkened shadows of night upon me shown the light of the a fairy, A WEED FAIRY, a manifestation of the green world named Chloe. She held out her hand and beckoned me to close my eyes and allow her to deliver me from the wilderness and unto the warm, loving care of Nectar (the one on 53rd). Chloe The Weed Fairy bid all of us mortals farewell - many tears fell due to her departure. Her absence was only healed by the plenty of the fields… now available to all who have been blessed by the green light of The Weed Fairy (and those that visit Nectar). So lads and lasses alike, raise up thy bowls and receive the blessing of the green world. And to the the blown winds, resting stones and waters that gush forth from the land known as Oregon, let thy spirit be raised aloft to great the universe and the wisdom beyond. And if you are out and about and you see a star with a slight green tint, know that the Weed Fairy wishes you well.