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January 27, 2018

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Cielo

Chevy Van conjures only one memory for me, and it isn't good. The Todd cabin was definitely pushing the camping limits, and next time we go camping I'll tell you why. I'd forgotten until I read this. When the funerals and weddings and leaving are finished, there will be camping. It could be in Cielo, or CT, or NC, or who knows where. If Floyd Hotel is involved, you must meet Dottie.

Cielo

And no, it wasn't the chicken.

Alecto

It wasn't the chicken. Senator Snowball. Waddles. Whatever. The rooster that was never going to lay eggs no matter what we fed him. It was not the chicken. It was Blowing Rock.

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