My mom and her hippie sister Mags would spend the day getting ready, doing God only knows what, and making the backyard a literal fairy dreamland. They’d lay out snacks and tons of blankets, and we could invite a few friends over to join in on the chaos. Then we’d lie out under the stars and find patterns or wish on the moon or wait for some kind of meteor shower. I’m like my dad in that I don’t necessarily put too much thought or faith into it, but even if it never once brought me love or wealth or health or what-the-hell-ever (which my mom heavily argues that those nights definitely brought
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