internal frights
does a call to adventure have to start with imaging the worst? Raw Material—#33
A week ago, Christopher and I dropped Max and Augie at sleepaway camp in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Max went last summer. This year, Augie wanted to join him. We spent the night before drop-off at a homey, sprawling inn with dozens of rustic cabins in the mountain’s valley.
Bizarrely, we were booked into the same room as last year: half a cabin with a swi…
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