Nighttime at the beginning of August at a girl’s sleepaway camp in New Hampshire, the last night of the session approaches with bittersweet anticipation for the final candlelight ceremony. The last stroke of the sun finally falls through the clouds, trees, lake, and grass, a slate blue haze replaces the once bright sky. Cooling breezes wrap themselves through the pines and down over the water. Twinkling bugs spontaneously flash an appearance. Cicadas echo through the fading heat. The once warm dust of the pines rose into our noses reminding usREAD FULL POSTGO TO CAMP HUCKINS BLOG
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