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3-4 September
Black oak, white pine camp mosquito-coil and incense-smoke like Japanese tatami-mat scent. The inlet and the dogs there, sailboats moored, three hundred feet away dark woods. Kids kicking up rocks and dust in their beat trucks. Navigating through woodland Graveyard other side 1863 1835 1875 Brave heroes. People no one living met. Mosquito swarms again, leaving quickly Driving through the night to Portland