I think the word "Solstice" and I hear the breathy, hooty sound of rams horns in my head. They are being blown by white bearded chaps (like me, like me!) wearing white robes of and wreaths of oak leaves- no- wrong time of year- wearing white robes and wreaths of holly and mistletoe- while the sun rises over a very special stone or between two very
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