Under a blanket of stars and bundled in coats and hats to protect us from the chill, we celebrate in an open field. Notes of hay and horses mingle with the scent of wood smoke from the fire. Laughter rises on the breeze in the night along with our congenial chatter. Finally, it’s time to walk, one by one, around …
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