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Picture this: winter mornin’, sun’s barely up, and bam—trees lookin’ like they’re wearin’ diamonds. Hoar’s not just frost, nah, it’s special—tiny ice crystals, spiky, growin’ straight outta vapor. No liquid stage, just poof—magic! I read somewhere—prolly X or some nerdy site—that it’s “sublimation in reverse,” and I’m like, whoa, science is hot! Made me happy, ‘cause I’m a nerd in disguise—don’t tell the squad.

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In mid-April, news broke that a year-old Camas High junior named Cole Burbank had gone missing after leaving for his Running Start classes at.

Camas is a mishmash of cozy neighborhoods and bustling little streets. Take NE Fourth Street for instance—nothin’ too fancy but oh-so real. There’s this lil’ vibe, where you’ll spot a half-dozen quaint cafés, and yeah, some hidden spas that rival mine (but none with my swagger, obviously). I stroll past Main Street, where a bunch of locals hang out like old pals. Crazy, right?

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