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  • The light filtering through my frosted trailer door glass has a magical property to it. So I open the door to look out. Then I grab my camera... I plan to stay here longer so I can go back tomorrow morning and talk with Norman Lowell. I don't have a sewer hook up at this location and this will be my third night here. Bob and Brenda have offered to have me move "up the hill." There is one space half way up the hill between the rest of the camp sites and Bob and Brenda's new house. It has full connections and a better view says Bob. A better view? I suppose it is possible. I was up there looking at the site last night. But here I have just ten yards to the edge of the bluff. What to do?
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