He chuckled and he chortled and loped around the perimeter of the Maypole gatherers, their faces freshened with the kiss of springtime and their breaths relaxed with the passing of another Winter. He grunted and groaned and stared with diamond blue eyes out of a mask of lichen and fern, a creature of the forest- Man with the wooly coat of a Beast. He inspired fear in the children and bone-deep familiarity in the rest of us, his face a primordial recollection of sorts.
Playing this dance out, facing the Man from the Wood, greeting each dancer time and again as the ribbons are woven to the music- these things are worth taking the time for. They are as crucial as eating the green shoots of asparagus and the precious brain-like morel. The psychic reset for the coming season.
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