I got to ride a carousel. The line was countless-children long, but many of us could ride at once. I could see my breath. The air carried bonfire smoke. I chose a black and white blotched horse. He looked strong and fast. I couldn't focus my eyes on anything outside, so I just wrapped my arms around his cool neck and let myself be swept through the
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