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Burning Man 2003: Journal p. 14
Wednesday, cont. - Man once the medics arrived. (Oh, the folks in Center Camp were very nice as Piper & I did a bit of a Meet & Greet shift.)
As I lie here in the hammock (donated to the common area under our shade 'chute) I notice the fine playa dust has polished my fingernails to a high gloss. It's 0310; the radio crackles with talk of someone dealing with alcohol and something [chemical] slipped to him. An unannounced visit by the DPW electrical repair crew has the top level of the Man closed. The city goes on and on. G'night.
Thursday - I forgot to mention the ice cream given to the kids yesterday. An orange creamsicle. Mmmm.
Today we breakfasted at the IHOP and then moved on to have playtime with our friends at Camp Sunscreen. Next year I may rent
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