I was hoping to pass right through the herd without being sucked into the swirling cesspool of patchouli stench, henna tattoos, dreadlocked heads, hacky sacks, hemp necklaces, pot smoke, and body odor. And there they were in all their glory, waiting peacefully for the doors to open. Many sitting on the cold, wet pavement, smiling at the beauty of the world.
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