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towards the bigger bonfire, and with one graceful leap, no hesitation, he jumped right into its heart. And in the moment before I screamed, mine just another among everybody else’s screams, there was a strange sense of rightness, of homecoming—a sense that underneath all the wine and dancing and forgetting, this was what we had really come to see.
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