This is on our wall in our hotel/hostel/prison we are staying at for this next festival. Art?

I also fell in acapella the last show of our festival on sunday. My nylons were still wrinkly from the box they were so new. And I had to throw them away because I ripped my knee open.

And these three lovely girls were our guides at this last festival. They were fabulous. I wish they could be our guides all festivals.

Being here makes me want to come back next year. Its an addiction, it really is.
Love.
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