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Date: 7/17/04
Location: Whiteheads' village, Papua New Guinea
My muscles were prety sore today. Carl and Pat brought the other bike back today. People have been playing guitar from about 10am until now (9:30pm) today. And it is mostly the same rhythm over and over again. The young baby in the village is crying again. Did I mention how the pigs screaming in the morning sounds like metal saws cutting metal? It's an awful sound to wake up to. Henry didn't come today for his guitar lesson, since there is some Lutheran conference going on.
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