maybe it’s because i’m back in providence, wishing for some miraculous force to relocate the whole family, effortlessly, to nestle in the bosom of my hippie friends. maybe it’s the small window i allow for fantasy in an otherwise pretty tightly scheduled life. But this imagined space really grabbed me. imagine coming upon it. with time on your hands. alone or with someone, maybe someone from another era. and you look down, and your clothes and hair and skin are as excitingly colored.
what would you talk about? what would you hear? nature, music, water?
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