August 16, 2019
Today marks the second day that I spent not being at
Woodstock in 1969. I don’t remember the
day very well at this point, which is the only thing I have in common with many
actual attendees. I will treasure that
connection always.
We are stardust, we are golden. We are billion year old carbon.
I. Mangrey reminiscing. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
I. Mangrey reminiscing. And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.
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