all too often i stay up when stuffy old conventional thinking says i should be mostly supine and placidly catatonic. i don't know why, but it usually reveals something wonderful. in this case, the chance to look hopefully for cast-off photos of my teenage aunts in poodle skirts, my post-vietnam uncles smoking a reefer behind someone's garage, and other extant photos of my then-hippie dad at the tepee he lived in for a summer over at square america was glib accompaniment to the songs in my head.
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I like this one.
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