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I’ve only gotten around to uploading these today.
I look at this and I think about Rites. I hear drums in the distance. I smell white mountain sage. I hear Andrew, Jeff, Stacie, Monique, Darrell, and Luna all checking in on the shape and sound of the fire. I hear Aine singing Fleetwood Mac tunes under her breath.
Remember me to the sunrise!
I will be with you.