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2004-09-08 - 7:48 a.m.

three theme camps side by side on the esplanade, the center ring of the temporary city known as black rock. deathguild, camp carp, the space cowboys. we are known as the death carp cowboys. i can 't put into words all of the magic connection survival rage lust love that burning man had to offer this year. but i can say this, burning man wasn't a good time, it was an important one.

i drove home with a woman i hadn't known so well in my camp. she was tough on the outside. we made a graceful sunrise exodus. we sat in pyramid lake, the water about nipple high and we fell in love as people. we drove the next six hours talking. talking. laughing. we spent the last two hours listening to mix tapes from ex lovers. and when this song (below) came on, i could only sob. if you had walked the last 50 miles in my shoes, you would never feel alone again.

:: a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries and high above him you hear the church bells start to ring. and the heaviness, the heaviness of it settles in, somewhere you can hear a mother start to sing. then it's one foot then the other as you step out on the road how they step out on the road, how much weight, how much weight? then it's how long and how far and how many times before it's too late? and every day you gaze upon the sunset with such love and intensity. why it's almost as if, if you could only crack the code you'd finally understand what this all means. but if you could, do you think you would have traded all the pain and suffering? oh, but then you would've missed the beauty of the light upon this earth and the sweetness of the leaving. calling all angels, walk me through this world, don't leave me alone. calling all angels, we're trying, we're hoping, but we're not sure how this goes. - jane siberry ::

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