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+++ title = 'Scavenger' date = 2024-08-09T01:43:06+01:00 draft = true +++

Welcome to Weetile's Scavenger Hunt © 2024!

You are about to embark on a journey to find the hidden treasures of Weetile.
Do be warned traveler, this path is not for the faint of heart.
Technical expertise is a must, and a keen eye for detail will serve you well.
The first clue is hidden in the poem below. Good luck!

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In the stillness of the night,
By the pond where frogs delight,
Their voices rise, their legs soon SSHake,
Of waters deep, still wide awake.

Through the reeds, they calmly glide,
Seeking places where amphibians hide,
As echoes drift from a distant PORT,
Our small green friends find their resort.

In quiet pools where dreams come true,
They gather round in groups of 22.
Each one a sentinel in the dark,
Guarding secrets with a spark.

The moonlight fades, the dawn’s in sight,
But the frogs still sing through the night.