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Friday, July 25, 2008
Going to sleep in a tent means muted voices, the crack of pitch leaking from a flaming log, nighthawks searching for the last meal of the day. Darkness seeps in, not at all once at the flick of a light switch.
Waking up in a tent means the first glow of day on the eastern horizon, seen by the birds, who then share their excitement to rouse the sleepyheads. Before the heat of day, life is.