I'm collapsing most of my blogs into Motley Kamuka.
I was zipping the bags down, part of the protocols for "staging", whereby you bring the bags and packages with the loads for future vans. I had a sort of generalized memory of zipping up and down the zipper of a tent when I've been camping. That noise was the trigger. Zip. One time I was in a tent, and the condensation froze on the inside of the tent and when morning came, it snowed into the tent. I remember camping with my father once, and feeling very cold. I went camping with a high school group and a woman snuggled up to me trying to keep warm. For some reason after being up for 24 hours I was in a positive mindset. I tried to convince a guy who was 19 to change bodies with me, and I think he took seriously. I should have asked to change eyes.
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