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Letters to Hippyland

hello summer

She felt the dry peculiar taste in her throat…the smoke felt like it was clinging on to every inch inside..green goblins soon took their places…the plant has empowered ..clouding schoolwork with green mazes…and she instantly fell in love…
She was… Continue reading

My Dad, the Hippie

I’m guessing I may be a lot younger then usual speakers of this site, but when I happened to come across this site for the first time today I couldn’t help but express what may be less then engaging then… Continue reading

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