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[labrujah]

We were young and we had learner's permits. We drove through the Blue Ridge mountains at twilight and navigated the unfamiliar blocks of a new town. Ragged hippies and fresh-faced college students crowded the streets. We ended up on a porch as a small procession of people marched up the street wearing a collection of vintage hats, winding their way into the house and to the kitchen for the party.

Cigarette ash ground into the rugs, banjo and mandolin on the porch, bearded young men and sharp-faced young women, flirting. I fell asleep on the living room couch with an outlaw on the floor tightly grasping my hand, I didn't understand why.