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                 04-30-2000 
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                We were camping somewhere high up in the mountains, high enough where there was no vegetation anymore but low enough where there was no snow. It was rocky and barren. No one spoke a word. We had a huge inflatable tent, even its walls were inflatable, but we all slept outside. Late in the night a fly started bothering me and I crawled inside. 
                 
                 
                 

                  
                 
                 
                 
                 

                  

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