Bob Marley's 'One Love' was playing, the sun was shining, it was a beautiful day. A group of people had gathered in the street, on random pieces of furniture and close by where I was sitting the Beatles were lounging, strumming and singing, apparently writing a song. George suggested a few lines of lyrics, something about consciousness. There was an overwhelming sense of well-being, relaxed, happy times.
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