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  1. Dreams : Stargazer July 17 to 19 2017

  2. Dreams : Stargazer July 14 to 16 2017

  3. Riding The Metro

  4. Go Far

  5. Dreams : Stargazer July 11 to 13 2017

  6. Dreams : Stargazer July 8 to 10 2017

  7. Beauty Beneath Our Feet

  8. Dreams : Stargazer July 5 to 7 2017

  9. Dreams : Stargazer July 2 to 4 2017

  10. Robert Frost

  11. Dreams : Stargazer June 29 to July 1 2017

  12. What Abby Did

  13. Skyline Lessons

  14. Dreams : Stargazer June 26 to 28 2017

  15. Dreams : Stargazer June 20 to 22 2017

  16. Dreams : Stargazer June 23 to 25 2017

  17. For You Again

  18. Dreams : Stargazer June 17 to 19 2017

  19. Broke As Hell

  20. Dreams : Stargazer June 14 to 16 2017

  21. OMEGA TRAMP

  22. Poke, Poke, Poke

  23. Dreams : Stargazer June 11 to 13 2017

  24. Dreams : Stargazer June 8 to 10 2017

  25. Tramps' WAR

  26. My Apologies

  27. Dreams : Stargazer June 5 to 7 2017

  28. Children Of The Devil

  29. He Did Bleed

  30. Dreams : Stargazer June 2 to 4 2017

  31. Dreams : Stargazer May 30 to June 1 2017

  32. After-All II

  33. Child Molesters

  34. His Sufferings

  35. Dreams : Stargazer May 27 To 29 2017

  36. Ate Them

  37. I Make You Shutter

  38. If You Please

  39. Dreams :Stargazer May 24 to 26 2017



Hazel Hill Morning

After I bought my first car, a ’72 Pinto, I loved the freedom of going to Fredericksburg whenever I could. Don’t get me wrong, growing up in rural Spotsylvania County in the 70’s had its benefits, but going into town was a big deal back then, especially for this young Virginia country boy. Two of my aunts, Edith Mae and Ruth Edna, had moved into the Hazel Hill Apartments in Fredericksburg, and it was such a treat for me to visit them when I wasn’t in school or was off work, usually on Saturday mornings.

Back then, as a somewhat nerdy schoolboy with big dreams, I was fascinated with getting away for awhile, going to Hazel Hill and then later going to the city park where I would sit alone by the Rappahannock River and write down some of my deepest thoughts. Today, in the middle of April 2017, I still find myself blushing whenever I see my book ‘Wet Matches’, knowing that it had its origin as a simple song lyric way back in 1978 and was conceived on that one particular Hazel Hill morning. – Randolph Randy Camp

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