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An old rendezvous point brings back memories. |
| Wow. The rock. How to explain? The base, the tower, the rendezvous point. Every day same time at the rock. We'd try to sit on it and hurt ourselves in the process especially me. It was pointing up like a triangular prism, after all. We'd watch the soccer games and the football games and the ball flying across the street or into the tree. I miss that rock. |