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• Oakley
• As if everyone at the festival knows the order of events in terms of what happens on a wedding night, the food arrives roughly an hour after our first minutes in our tent.
• Dressed in Ian’s shirt, I sit crisscross on the furs, enjoying everything on the platter that was delivered to our front door. Ian has pinned the tent flaps back so we can eat while watching the last night of the festival carry on without us.