Great merriment was had at the mighty Avebury henge on Monday night. Hundreds came with joy in their hearts and the ever turning wheel in their minds. Druidic practice in many forms. Calling of the quarters. Shamanic drumming and trance states. Immense stones. Not the first and not the last. Mead was consumed. Goddess everywhere. King's drummers pounding. Stone rocking beats. Smiles abound. Glorious in every sense.
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