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clicked by me on August 16, 2024

September 2, 2024

My Captain does not answer, her lips are pale and still, My mother does not feel my arm, she has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,

From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring 0 bells!

But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

— Walt Whitman, leaves of grass

Among the reflections of this period ... One thing is buzzing in my head ... If one day I had a question to ask God ... I would not ask him the meaning of life, or why there is so much disgust in this world. .. I would ask him just why, there must be so much suffering in this world that the more evolved it becomes, the darker it throws in people. Hoping to have the luck, and the honor, that our grandparents had, hoping ... To find myself a day like them, to tell my grandchildren about this damned period ... As they told us about the war .. Hoping to have the honor of them, as with great honor I carry their memory, in my heart, forever.

Good night.

Stances on the concept that Camp Jupiter (As a collective) once had a Pop iron?

Okay, for anyone who doesn’t know what a pop iron was,

It’s this. This creation was like in the same vain as Crimpers and straighteners, but as you see in the second photo there were plates that you could put in it out certain shapes in your hair.

I’d like to propose the concept that one child either brought this to camp or had received this while in camp and it was game changing. It started just in a Conterbanum, then it was the cohort, and soon enough the whole legion.