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Merriment

*The grass is tall, so very tall, enveloping me as I continue to follow the scent of horses and flame. Scurrying past men and weaving through the blades of grass I watch them erect three tents - the canvas olive in colour. Whilst another builds a small fire. They're setting up camp, we must be beddi...

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