Camping memory

Have you ever been camping?

On the beach in a tent too small for nine broke students. And again in Bonnaroo in hot rainy July days. Memories my old self left me with. Memories I’m glad I made.

Older, I’m now uninterested in the idea and prefer a controlled environment for sleep.

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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things. I am Zee

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