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Monday, July 17, 2006
One Hundred Words About Hammocks
I'm sitting in a hammock swinging gently under the shade of Ash trees. Hard bright sunlight filters through leaves. Over there I can hear the laughter of children and before me the wood in radiant July stretches out with birch and hornbeam.
The children cannot see me and I drift unnoticed for a few minutes before lunch.
If I look back towards the camp I can see a new hammock with someone else lying in it. And in my dreamlike state I imagine hammocks surrounding the whole camp where each one of us can slip away unnoticed for a while.