






the paper crane filled wishing tree lures dryads to its fold where clare & alex's hand-printed eucalyptus leaves are filled & tied with our collective dreams onto its waving silver boughs. our zines are used then stashed. the banjo guides a score of dancing toe-tapping pirates through a hedonistic chorus of "aaarrrrrr". 200 peeps get interactive in the sexy saturated pink of many hues.
perhaps environmental evangelism makes some friends after all.
[pix by punk monks: alex, clare & me].
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