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Woodstock, New York: Fields of tall grass that smells sweet; signs that read "Show Compassion;" wild flowers blooming on the edge of the yard; acoustic guitar bellowing into the streets. A feeling welled up inside me and I knew I needed to escape the city for a softer environment. Woodstock is just that. Woodstock is a round, welcoming woman, who ushers you into her arms. There are definitely some characters there, but it's interesting and at ease.