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We draw north at the top. Then sleep on a rock with no top, only this side, holding the tent, the trees and us. At night I look up. Stars everywhere. I try to picture the whole rock from outside. No luck. The sleeping bag is warm. I turn over. By morning the sun is back. Or we've turned towards it. Hard to tell from inside a tent. I pull on my shoes and stand on the same old rock.
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