Written by Emily Harstone | October 4, 2016
We are camping with bunk beds.
The sniffing bear tickled her butt.
Bliss beneath the luscious verdant canopy.
The woods filled with strange sounds.
Lucidly dreaming, hanging like stoned bats!
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We are camping with bunk beds.
The sniffing bear tickled her butt.
Bliss beneath the luscious verdant canopy.
The woods filled with strange sounds.
Lucidly dreaming, hanging like stoned bats!