I met my pals Will, Erika and their daughter Quinn at Hippie Hill this afternoon to take in the sunshine and the drum circle. I was practicing my accordion when I saw this man:
I don't hang out much at Hippie Hill, but because of the familiar smell lingering in the air, I realized quickly that most people who are regulars there will eventually, sooner or later, end up just like him.
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Great picture...I blog too.
Steph
(The high school buddy)
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