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It was a state campground near Old Walker Mine in late September. My father and I pulled in about 11:30 at night and setting up camp what I remember most was the night sky. It was black, not dark but black. The stars were clearer, huge, close and more brilliant than I’d ever seen them or could have imagined them. Now I had seen stars before but somehow something was different about this night. I wasn’t spiritually awake enough to thank God for the beauty that night. But maybe you can recall having seen something so magnificent that it demanded a response of praise?

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