Sunday, September 23, 2018

September 22, 2018

Rose yet again in darkness, drove through the end-of-summer farmlands to Lake Logan and sang as much at choir camp as I could. Almost fell asleep during the round after lunch. Must see about this. The trees around the lodge are familiar to me, almost old friends. If they move, you look for an animal, but either the animal is invisible or it is only the wind.

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