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The sound of the organ drifts through the woods as you walk down the chapel path, wearing your dress uniform and trying to stay quiet and you march in line with your friends. You feel welcomed by the clean smell of the tall pines. The carpet of needles has been neatly raked, and you follow the meandering route, up and over the small bridge, until you can see neatly lined stone walls that envelope the small chapel. Camp Mowglis

Camp Mowglis, The organ stops and there is a peace to the place like none other. A gentle breeze works its way through the evergreen canopy like a second verse. You take a seat on the bench and breath deeper. This is a time apart from a busy bugle-born schedule, a time to pause. It's hard not to be thankful, happy to be here at Mowglis, but happy too just to be in this special spot, surrounded by friends. It is both a coming together and also a time alone, for quiet reflection.

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