I made it through the whole week- weekend without getting to drain-out point. Without crying over ridiculous things like lost bandaids, or ugly fruit... but getting home was something different.
It was like- getting out of the car meant the whole experience was over for the year.
It would mark the end.
And as excited as I am for future things, I would be quite happy living in those festival moments for a long while.
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