19th
July
2007
Transitory neighbourhood
If you are nomadic, and you wander through the same territory often enough, the rules of the game require that you see the same people from time to time through time. Campgrounds are like that. Our neighbour from past years is back, with Bill the dog. Feels like home. We don’t have to spend a long time getting acquainted; we both “live here”, but our schedules are not always coincident.
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