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Ess and Mykala went to the Bluegrass and Old Time Music Festival when I was gone, and it turns out it was unbelievably hot there. Ess was melting. Mykala was melting. They went home and got cooled down.

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Excitement, fear, fire, birthday, baked goods, smoke, relief, clapping. It’s all there, in under 30 seconds.

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Essie’s birthday party was held the last day she was two; this is that evening. She turned three the next day.

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I think you’ll see the poetry here. No need for an affecting soundtrack, the wind and the shoes in the grass serve just fine.

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