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I've gazed upon Paradise, witnessed the rise of the Taquito Kid, locked eyes with a black bear, and basked in the light of the glowing crotch. I've been lulled to sleep by the roar of a king's river, serenaded by dulcet tones of a Steller's Jay, and aroused by the screams of a Smorgasm.
Camp Swank, you were glorious.
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'He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me.'
-TJ
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