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xDawnBBW
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I was sitting here reading your thread and it made me remember one of the times I went to Schwagstock. It was this huge 3 or 4 day hippy fest full of weed (among other things) and entertainment in the middle of the woods. AMAZING experience until it got all ghetto and eventually got busted... 
ANYWAY!
One morning I was the first to get up from my camp and we were settled near the creek so I sat on this little bridge with my feet dangling over the water. I remember one of my flip flops fell in the water and floated down stream.. (FUCK!).. and while I was watching my shoe drift away, there was this man with an acoustic guitar.. he walked up and kneeled next to me. He pulled a joint from his shirt pocket gave it to me and lit it, then proceeded to serenade me. ♡♡♡
So there I was. Sitting on this bridge.. dirty white dress, just one shoe on, smoking a j while this man looking into my eyes- playing his guitar and singing to me.
Then after I was good and stoned, I handed him the rest of his joint back.. he smiled and walked away.
Probably the one truly romantic thing that has ever happened to me to be honest
♡♡♡
ANYWAY!
One morning I was the first to get up from my camp and we were settled near the creek so I sat on this little bridge with my feet dangling over the water. I remember one of my flip flops fell in the water and floated down stream.. (FUCK!).. and while I was watching my shoe drift away, there was this man with an acoustic guitar.. he walked up and kneeled next to me. He pulled a joint from his shirt pocket gave it to me and lit it, then proceeded to serenade me. ♡♡♡
So there I was. Sitting on this bridge.. dirty white dress, just one shoe on, smoking a j while this man looking into my eyes- playing his guitar and singing to me.
Then after I was good and stoned, I handed him the rest of his joint back.. he smiled and walked away.
Probably the one truly romantic thing that has ever happened to me to be honest








