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| medusa |
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| wayne finishes building something else. badass boy. i love him |
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| means so much |
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| meaning in mirrors |
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| jose is ready for the beer mile :) |
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| da man |
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| this "ride" made me ill the rest of the day |
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| utah and me |
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| yos, bernie, mike, and me. freaking cold and dusty day |
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| fllaming lotus girls always impress |
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| what i called the creepy temple |
Our camp this year had amazing vibes (waaaaaay better than last year, when I left the playa in tears) and totally inclusive and helpful. It was great.
The ultra was great fun, even if we had a few duststorms during the later part of the race. Amazing.
The art was better than last year, some truly spectacular pieces.
I realized some major life changes that needed to happen.
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| i was marrying jim and leanne here |
Wayne and I grew closer, as we always do on the playa.
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| me and wayne, in the midst of a dusty day |
I made some great friends.
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| our camp....well, some of us. |
I danced.
I laughed.
I lived.
I was able to just be.
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| it's all abt fire |
three running musketeers - cris, scott, and me 
