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A Camper’s Ode to Friendship

Squee ©2018 Bo Mackison

There’s a squee sign on my kitchen counter and a mountain of dirty clothes still packed in my suitcase. There’s a mailbag whose contents I’m reluctant to explore. If I wait will the holy presence of camp linger even longer?

There’s a fire flickering in my fireplace but no monster-costumed campers are leaning in warming their hands and chortling at the ineffectiveness of…