The 5th Dimension's take on "Stoned Soul Picnic" always makes me think of my grandmother's house and the smell of the freshly ironed shirts that her housekeeper deftly created while keeping one eye on her stories and the other on me as I broke a rule by touching my mom's stereo to play a song that brought us both relief from the heat. To my knowledge, we never got caught.
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