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The Dead Rise That first five minutes awake is always a little disorienting -- some hushed discussions in a nearby tent rouse you first; some conversations from the hold-outs by the fire make you stir again; a brush of condensation from the tent wall across the face, and then you're finally awake. Oh God, you're awake. Someone please take away the pain... After one heck of a jovial night, everyone slowly starting shaking off their sleep and hangoves, and wandered over to the fire and pavilions for coffee, a smoke, and an eaerly morning warm-up. (Hats off to Rhino and the breakfast crew.) Some folks woke up chipper. Others looked like soldiers wandering out of the bush after a night of heavy shelling. But then the coffee and food starts hitting the spot, and the wise cracks start getting dropped into conversation, and pretty soon everyone's feeling good, retelling the night's highlights and poking fun at each other. Once awake and in good spirits, everyone eventually started cleaning up the property and packing their gear to get ready for the ride home. |
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