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I was telling C. some story about Marlboro last night and he started laughing.
He said "You know what? You went to college onsite."
Dreds and cloaks and bare feet; town meetings and a professor who said "we don't believe in the federal government"; people watching out for each other; candlelight and fire; unexpected midnight hikes or communal suppers; muddy boots; fiddles and old beater guitars, folk and reggae and punk rock; woods and beer and cannabis, circus skills and creative madness --
-- AND -- overall and most importantly -- a feeling of being a part of something with the potential (heartbreaking, because never really fulfilled) to be almost painfully unique and human and TRUE --
-- Yeah.
Yeah, i think maybe in a way i kind of half did.
He said "You know what? You went to college onsite."
Dreds and cloaks and bare feet; town meetings and a professor who said "we don't believe in the federal government"; people watching out for each other; candlelight and fire; unexpected midnight hikes or communal suppers; muddy boots; fiddles and old beater guitars, folk and reggae and punk rock; woods and beer and cannabis, circus skills and creative madness --
-- AND -- overall and most importantly -- a feeling of being a part of something with the potential (heartbreaking, because never really fulfilled) to be almost painfully unique and human and TRUE --
-- Yeah.
Yeah, i think maybe in a way i kind of half did.