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["It was a rich and gorgeous sunset - an American sunset; and the ruddy glow of the sky was reflected from some extensive pools of water among the shadowy copses in the meadow below." Francis Parkman was clearly destined to write poetry about night falling in CFUD. The last of summer's crickets chirp as the sun slips slowly beneath the horizon. a feeling of calm and tranquility drapes over camp like a freshly-washed Snuggie.
and then a cow takes a dump next to you and wanders off.
sudden epidemic of cow poo both in and out of doors GO]
and then a cow takes a dump next to you and wanders off.
sudden epidemic of cow poo both in and out of doors GO]