You find yourself in an open field at the bottom of an staircase leading back to the War Monument tapered out on one end as it wraps around the path leading west and widening to the northwest down the last incline of the hill the temple is built on. The field is wide, open, and large with healthy grass, circled to the northeast and east by an pine forest, and there is an firepit located centrally at the farthest southeast end of the acreage. You follow the southern path around the outside of the building, the edge of the temple walls giving way you notice to your soft footing along the open grass trail. You arrive at an roaring campfire where there are many people gathered telling stories. Like an good ol' fashioned Canadian campfire, except it's not in Canada. It's in Recreation. And when you stand next to the fire you feel obliged to tell your own story, knowing everyone will listen to you.
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