This is what we do at girls camp. No, not the kissing. If you direct your eyes to the left side of the picture towards the back, we're the covered one. Hence, who we are at girls camp, Nuns, {in a way}.
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No makeup, no phones, no hair irons, no electronics, no immodest attire and no boys. That is girls camp. It reminds me a bit of nunhood. {I don't think that was a word.} I do enjoy the break, though. Oh, girls camp.
Camp advice #93: flirting with the fisherman on the lake while canoeing, and then falling into the water in front of the said fisherman probably isn't the smartest or the least bit attractive.
1 comment:
I'll be honest I didn't even notice the nun until you pointed her out. Ha. I love this picture. Some times it is good to get away and be a nun.
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