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When the Bottom Rips Out: Hammocks, Oil Busts and New Doors

When the Bottom Rips Out: Hammocks, Oil Busts and New Doors

In that holy instant, as all instants are, life was altered.  Not shattered, not ruined, just altered.  We could never go back to that exact experience--that “normal” moment.  We could either look at the pile of sun-bleached canvas, weathered rope and the pictures of smiling faces with longing, naively repeating over and over, “I can’t wait for things to get back to normal,” or we could pick ourselves up and go on.