Tripping over my fingers a bit on the intro due to the smoke, wee hours and cold river air, I still fill the camp with images of my distant, wandering young soul. I miss that.
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In 1989 I celebrated the ten year anniversary of my best summer ever by writing about the places and people I had met then and since. Being who I am there is, of course, a BIG IDEA gluing it all together.
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"Every desert ogre hungers just to find a steady climb come omen or sign."
