Wassail On a dark January night at the time of the new moon I arrived at an icy parking lot with my tin pan and wooden spoon, little knowing what was awaiting me. I joined 50 shadowy figures wreathed in black flowing clothing, black painted faces and amazing feathered flowered headgear. Every time they moved… Continue reading Wassail!
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