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The repeatedly trampled mud splattered up the back of my leg, streaking my tights. Sweat looms in the air.  Constant wailing and shouts accompany the tide of people sailing from one stage to another to another. Forced into the smallest space imaginable is inevitable, the mob crushing your every move. Songs mix together, fusing into a blur of noise accompanying you everywhere. Food stands are littered around the edge of the mud bank, overpriced reads meals hitting your taste buds. There are tents. There are lots of tents. A herd of puke green lumps mascarading as tents are covering every free patch of land. All else is forgotten as a new band begins to play and the mob changes direction once again.

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