The place where the world comes together in honesty and mirth. Windmills Tilted, Scared Cows Butchered, Lies Skewered on the Lance of Reality ... or something to that effect.
In a matter of days, perhaps hours, a rare corpse flower will
bloom in upstate New York. True to its name, the plant is expected to
unleash a stench like rotting flesh.
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