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hippy hill | hippy hill

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    It's afternoon. I'm walking across the fields below hippie hill. Kids with tattoos and dogs ask me if I want some nuggets. One kid, his goatee, Ray Bans and 49ers cap anonymizing him rides by me on a BMX, smelling heavily of weed.    The fields are full of people of all ages, playing hooky from...