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2007-11-12

Rennies Be We

Written 2007-11-09
Nat and I went out to the camp grounds Thursday evening to help with the tents. It was fun. I hadn't seen the camp grounds without a bunch of cars, RVs and tents all over the place. It looked pretty in the MagLite, spotlight, and headlight lit forest of wondering shadows. They washed over one another and danced for our amusement every time someone crossed one of the trails of light. It was highly magical. The darkness was not glum. It was an adventure. There are so many lives touched by this patch of mowed farm land. The spirits were out watching us. The moonless forest in the sea of dark surrounding us left us to our tent pitching duties.

We are but one group of people among many. There are families like ours that we do not even know. The village, nay city (we got a Quickie-Mart place out there this year) have a common goal of enjoyment. We are drama queens, metrosexuals, rocket scientists, homeless, doctors, firefighters, cops, homemakers, thieves, teachers, parents, ... rennies ... all.

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