The Renaissance Festival

They prep for the excursion buying flasks of water, strapping a pint to their sides, weighing out their costumes. I put on my pointed hat, leathers. My outfit draws my mirror’s smile. I promise myself to finally get a bowl of the ever delicious smelling mushroom soup.

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