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2011/12/11 in Entheogens, Memories
Last night, I found myself tripping hard in a room with some of my favorite people. I was barely able to talk, but still I laughed, and fully listened when I could.
The energy coarsing through that room, the feeling of light and warmth radiating from everyone present. It all felt like a gift.
I thought to myself, over and over again, “this feels like home”. In that moment, there was no place else I’d rather have been.
Even as I type this, I miss being there.
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