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Through your tent
the canvas ruffles the night,
and you miss a surrogate brother.
So we look to the treeline moose and anglerfish,
drawing out fears in the comprehension of darkness.
The metallic clacking,
I waited to shoot the bug crawling towards your head.
Your brother in the depths of the pool.
Your sister wanting to fight you.
I am looking at the
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The wilderness is great. Small groups of then, as I can recall, close-minded socialites, inhabiting the wilderness: not as wonderful. Yes, I loved the feeling of under-stars, and wisdom was so fliuidly in motionn; but, there are some conceptions one cannnot let go.
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Time moves differently in places like this.
Yeah, it hasn't always been easy being with people.
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Camp is crazy and full of stuff! :U
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