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Under tall spruce trees, a quiet clearing glows at twilight as the moon rises through the cool haze. A mint-green tree tent hangs between trunks, with a cooler and a shiny thermos on a stump nearby. Low embers flicker in a stone fire ring while a sleepy dog curls up close to the warmth, and a rope swing waits in the shadows.