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...but not really... My arms are still sore and there are cuts and bruises beyond beleif, but I am so proud of them and what they represent. Alli and I got through everything these past few days. We canoed, we waited aptiently for Josh to find the KEYS in order to let us canoe, we ate... a lot.. we dealt with Jori (my new father... because fathers can often times be annoying) and we fell in love with Mary, Zak, and their relationship as well. We threw a life-jacket into the water (Zak's idea...) and took funeral pictures of it with white flowers around ina circle. We roasted Alli's sock and got in loads of trouble for "stripping" in Gene's tent. We though Mr. Morris was a bear falling from the sky and into our tent (it wasn't out fault.. he didn't announce himself before beating furiosly on the side of our tent to tell us to be quiet and let the others get some sleep. Good loving.. you know.. Alli and I are just loud.) We made or own Blair With Project and we bought hand-cuffs from and Inbred Island in front of a touring group of Amish people. They told us the tragedy of Tangiere Island, and how for about 450 years, it has been the same families making their living off of the bay. They spoke with an Elizabethean brouge, and their small gravel streets only accomadate golf carts or bicycles. The drug problm has grown, from teenage boredom and from stress over the fact that the bay can't support them anymore. The youth has been leaving: off to college, and to anywhere but the little tragedy. We all made jokes about inbreeding and golf carts, but the picture of the tiny houses and their graveyards so full that they overflow into boats where cadavers are taken from their home to the mainland just to be buried sinks in the back of my head. I got involved. I actually did somethnig for once that can be construed as helpful and useful so someone other than myself. I got off my ass, and instead of just thinking or theorizing or wondering, I actually worked. It was absolutely beautiful. I love the feeling of being tired when I went to bed at camp; and I loved the feeling of knowing I would be aking up for a purpose in the morning. And more than anything, I loved talking myself to sleep with my Alli =]. The first friday after school begins, Alli, Zach, Mary, Jori, Gene and I are going to get together and begin a project for Bare Spot Restoration. We will pick a site in need and plant native Virginian plants , watered by run-off from buildings, to help prevent erosion. As strange as it sounds, I'm actually excited about this. Post a comment in response: |
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