As the years sit begin to sit heavier upon me I cast my mind back to the competitions and tournaments of my youth. On the Saturday morning I stood alone in the tunnel leading to the tesseract I could imagine the walk and entrance the competitors would experience as they strode toward their tests of skill, will and wits later in the day. Such tests are now a little beyond me, but I can still picture and appreciate the arrival and anticipation those competing in the Great Fayre would be subject to.
I paused for a moment & wished them good luck and success.
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