*You may notice, as you make your way through camp on this fine September evening, there seems to be a new addition to the camply landscape, situated quite inexplicably on the path from the Mess Hall to the Lawyertarium bridge. Who doesn't love some good French art, huh?*
*Well here's a party-pooper. One former defense-attorney, mug of coffee in hand, just doesn't seem to know what to do with herself, as she ponders going around to one side or the other. Decisions.*
... ah.
((ETA: and now it dead from drill))