
This is at a rest stop in Worcester, NY. I was just amused that a "No Hunting" sign needs to be put there in the first place. Who goes hunting at a rest stop?
Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
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Very hungry people. I suppose. Hahaha. Thanks. :D
Signs are informative.
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