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Our little town has an annual community celebration and more often than not we don’t go. But after a year of hermit like Covid living, travel plan cancellations and avoiding large indoor crowds… an outdoor festival seemed perfect.

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There was live music.

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And the prerequisite ugly craft displays. Bird baths made from repurposed antique glass? I’m picturing myself scrubbing the poo out of all those grooves. Hard pass.

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The husband lost me for a half hour at the library book sale. A dollar a book and we had to make two trips to the car.

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There was a tiny petting zoo.

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With bad hair day inhabitants.

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We bought ducks for the derby.

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But our sorry ass quacks were almost dead last.

To be continued….

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