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This weekend was perfect. We lived in parking lots. We danced (like really danced). We sang with the best. We listened to incredible music and firecracker echoes. We took untravelled roads, swam in lakes, and befriended neighbours. We rose with the sun. We built our own paradises out of cliff edges, truck camper rooftops, and gravel shores.
I'm already missing the festival, mountain air.