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summer camp
7 years old, and the long, warm summer days were filled with swimming in the cold, murky lake. Learning to braid damp hair. Hearing my voice for the first time, I sang into a microphone, Midnight At The Oasis with all the wrong words. Pretending to like archery. The thing I remember most was playing jacks and marbles in the afternoon. There was something comforting in the way the side of my small hand would graze the earth before gathering the scattered jacks. Moments of predictable, orderly chaos. Familiar and safe, filled with laughter and sunshine.
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4 ¼ x 9 ¾"
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14 x 18"
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