I can hear the roar of the milk truck at FIVE A.M.--- it is here where I sin at Camp...this is where mean, negative thoughts coarse my mind...not with the campers, but with that truck and the trash truck and the bread truck rumbling through Boy's Town while I try to sleepsleepsleep.
I never forget how amazing Camp is...truly amazing...fascinating...wonderful beautiful.
but
then
you're not there
you my fellow staff and the wonderful beloved campers
w/o people it's NOT Camp
not even close
YOU
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