Gypsy Farm

I've run away from home. This is where you can find me. Go to the dirt road past the broccoli looking tree, up the hill and beside the giant rock. Turn left and go about five minutes. You will see a large pine tree and hear a babbling brook. Veer right and when you see the rusted gate you'll be here. See you soon. The stew is simmering and the beer is cold. Bring new mags. Love Liberty. xo