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perfect summer fruits or a place where thieves meet

friday night we took two-fry on a walk around the house, right up to the edge of the woods

saturday, i cooked the last of the wild rice and ate it with the last of the kimchi. i cut up more old paper. i napped on the couch

yesterday fallie and i ate two apples and we passed two campmeetings on our way out of the piedmont. we talked about pools, and struggles, and plants, and fire

last night i dreamt of repeated meetings with old acquaintances who expressed regret that i was dying. i knew i wasn't dying and felt calm and undisturbed as i tried to reassure them, but they were unconvinced. cashiers and clerks and passersby on the street, overhearing these conversations, expressed their condolences too. these strangers took my denials as my brave refusal to acquiesce to death, and they praised me for my strength. i walked into a park, unconcerned by these encounters, enjoying the sunny day

i dreamt that i was known for my ability to find secret rooms and hidden pockets inside old buildings, but i wasn't really finding anything. i knew where they were already. i couldn't remember ever not knowing. the city was just a map of hidden places i carried inside

(spring salamander basking via fallie)

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Loudsville Campmeeting: Preserving Heritage, Faith, and Architecture in Georgia

Camp meetings are annual events hosted by churches to bring community and faith together for a week-long series of Protestant worship. There are several theories on how this practice started, but one of the most widely supported beliefs is that these meetings emulated Scottish and English events celebrating communion season, a weeklong holy fair that would end with the Lord’s supper. The…

Loudsville Campmeeting: Preserving Heritage, Faith, and Architecture in Georgia