Hear Yee
Prey yee come forth and hear another day of village and friends at faire. Hear the song I sing of common cause and living among friends. We are torn asunder, spread across a city as long as ancient kingdoms. We speak across the open air over many a mile, but that is not the same as a slap on the back near a warm fire and the heft of smoked meat shared under the light of the moon.
Betwixed our merriment I heard another lament of the draw to faire. Not the festival, nay, not the imaginative dress nor the trinkets adorned on person. It is not the food or the fun placed for us for a fee past the gate. Nay.
It is ourselves. It is us. We are it. So shall it be written.
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Some new pictures are up.
Heath brought out 'the big' trailer this weekend. It is an enclosed kitchen. A full kitchen with a fridge, stove, oven, sink and a ... walk in smoker rotisserie. If they go any bigger, they will need a semi to pull it.