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© by Philosopher


I heard this guy playing guitar as I biked along a remote corner of the Esplanade.  Rode up and said, "That sounds great."  "You said the magic word," he told me, and handed me a copy of his CD.  Then  his girlfriend gave me a beer and they sang  songs to me while I drank it.  That's Burning Man hospitality.