Their headbands, hemp sandals, and psychedelic dashikis, blended at the kitsch event.
Muriel and Lucas found love at Woodstock.
A son was conceived under a tarp in a muddy field.
As star children whose child came from a perfect blending of souls meant to be together,
the fruit of their desire would stand out and immortalize them.
He would embody their harmony.
Mucas met the world the next Spring.
(69 words)
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Love it! I’m way to young for Woodstock but I think If I could ever time machine myself to an event this would near the top of the list.
I was 13 years old in 1969. I remember reports about it but was too young to be included. (I’m quite sure I wouldn’t have joined in even if I’d been older. The ‘free love’ and drug use wasn’t alluring to me. 😉 )
The free love was one of the attractions to me when I read about it. At 35 and forever alone, I realise an event like that might be my only shot at love.
Mason, that kind of love isn’t worth having. You’re too romantic to settle for any girl who’d just give herself away. (My son is a little older than you. He has also given up on pursuing love. The stars may still shine on you guys when you least expect it. ❤ )
Maybe you’re right. Would be nice to experience at least one kiss though.
Ah well, as you say, maybe one day.
Very clever
😉 Glad you caught my meaning. Thanks.
Hee hee – Mucas! I wonder if he (or she?) changed their name when they were a bit older! Great stuff 🙂
🤣 I wonder what his middle was too!
Dear Susan,
You made me laugh out loud. Mucas? Poor kid. Groovy use of 69 words. 😀
Shalom,
Rochelle
LOL… knowing that you laughed, Rochelle, made me laugh all over again. Thanks. Peace.
Love this to bits, especially that fitting but unfortunate name! Those were the days, and how I miss them.
My 69!
Good times! Thanks so much.
I’m still chuckling about the name. Those hippies were far from self aware. LOL