One has to admit one may be beaten. 

Meaning, this summer with superb relaxed groovy energy within,  a range  of folk  riffed with, one really would expect to pay  a little attention to the possibilities ... 

it is as if speaking with butterflies. 

I love butterflies.

But having a jolly good chat with supposed intelligent people,  about parallels with all sorts of contemporary injustice and how little good heart-warming give it to the man sort of material there is out there....it is extraordinary how next time one meets as if the conversation never took place.

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probably not... but then i have learned in life, one simply never knows what, next...