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It\u2019s 11:30 p.m. Carrie and I have long ago slipped into our sleeping bags, our bellies warm from rehydrated minestrone soup, our eyelids relaxed and heavy. The wind has died down. The grass around our tent moves softly. What a perfect time to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n