As I do every morning, I awoke around 7am. There was a brief moment reminiscent of RIT weekends where I had forgotten where I had gone to sleep, sans the dehydration. A strange sound permeated the tent that I was not used to hearing so early: silence. I laid in my cocoon of blankets and sleeping bag for a few moments, preparing myself for the day
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