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Sunday |
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sitting on
the porch at smoke farm lofi fest is like hanging
out at a small town general store. you set, drink
coffee, roll cigarettes, and shoot the shit as
people come and go. loiter long enough and you'll
meet all the organizers, artists, and volunteers
as they visit the kitchen. the pace is gentle, the
sunshine and slow talk to be savored, a soothing
remedy for that brittle feeling the morning after
staying up all night by the fire. now here come
some city slickers in their
furrin sports car. what year is this anyhow? |