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Once a long time ago in a different galaxy, I went to Black Rock for a wedding. It was not your usual wedding. I told my daughter, who was eleven at the time, not to breath in the bars and restaurants. I didn't want her to get high.I also told her to never ever mention this wedding weekend to her dad. She laughed and laughed, and was utterly mesmerized the whole weekend. "My God mom, even the cops smoke joints in the open.
Great photos Mike. I want to go..
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