At its apex, the Julytime Bash was many things to many creatures. A party, a reunion, a marathon, a revelation, a dance-off, and yes, a Bash.
For Manfred, it was an affirmation of all things Summerly; an endless ocean of warmth and light that would fuel his imagination through the months of darkness and scarcity which was to follow.
Soon enough the colds would come, and Manfred would be back to sleeping on top of the lighthouse.
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