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[] Weona Writings

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+ Invincible Summer - Autobiographical Essay about the second last day at my camp, in .doc format. I really worked hard to express all the emotions I felt on this day. It left such a mark on me that I hope I can help you feel, and understand exactly what I was experiencing on this day. [txt version here, not formatted]

~ Dedicated to everyone who made my summer of 2001 the most unforgettable time ever.

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Description of a Place (from Summer 2001 @ Camp Weona)

The White fluffy clouds of an impressionist painting would slowly drift across the sky-blue heavens. Occasionally a yellow finch or

brown tailed sparrow would slowly glide across the painting, breaking the would-be artist's perspective. Set on a slowly downward-sloping grassy hill, the place was home to a mid-sized maple tree (with roots gently extending over the ground, making for uncomfortable lying positions.) However, when used correctly against the tree the roots formed a makeshift lounge chair. The tree's branches held forest green leaves like the dots on a Monet painting. Below the tree a mid afternoon shadow extended from its trunk's bottom towards 3pm.

Beneath the tree a soft granular mix of a mud and flattened grass rested. Comfortable to relax one's body and mind on, the mixed salad of grass and weeds was always the first choice of a seat.

To the right of the tree rested a large sandstone-gray rock ( Its sides all weathered to a dull sand papery smoothness.)

In front of the maple tree and rock was a medium sized lake. It's in-between aqua-navy colored water mirrored the densely packed hill of deciduous trees set directly behind the lake. Slowly the water would ripple like an echo with the gentle blowing wind.

On the shore of the lake lay several metal canoes with sides dented by accidents long forgotten with time.

Soft acoustic guitar chords would often drift across the grassy plain. Quietly hanging in the air next to the chords would often by the scratchily sung lyrics of Phish or John Denver. Often the music would be accompanied by the sound of echoing laughter or gentle side conversation.

The peacefulness of the area often resembled the tone of a Yanni song. Mind capturing. Soul relaxing.

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Description of a Sunset (from Summer 2001 @ Allegheny

Mountains, PA.)

    In the distance I can see the blazing orange sun sinking over the evergreen populated hills. Directly below the hill is a navy blue lake with its water slowly rippling with the wind. Like a glass skyscraper in the morning, the lake reflects the falling star like a fading shadow at dusk.
    As the sun sinks and lets the night encroach, I can feel a peacefulness set in to the aura of my surrounding grass covered knoll.
    Slowly the sun fades behind the hill; the image on the lake all but erased by the oncoming not-dark-yet tranquility of the horizon.
    I lay back on the dew-wet grass and watch the night sky. Quietly the stars begin to illuminate the gray-black canopy, soon joined by the dull iridescence of the moon shining peacefully as it climbs the eastern horizon.

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