I have spent a lot of time looking at this picture. To me it says a lot, but yet it is difficult for me to get those thoughts into words. Suffice it to say at this time that these clogs have been with me through all my years cooking at camp. They trudged through those nine long summers in very early mornings and late evenings, while I learned lessons about myself and about life. Now they sit on the porch in hopes of an occasional trip to the garden but grateful for the rest.
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