I saw you several times during the festival, and I believe that we were meant to meet but didn't take the opportunity. You are still on my mind so I thought this was worth a try. You had a red hat, long braid, and woven bag. I had a multi-coloured hair band, short brown hair, jean skirt, brown leather bag, and camera. We were both there alone, and you were clearly loving the utopia that the festival is as much as I was. I tried to catch you leaving toward the west exit Sunday near the end of the show, but lost you, and truly wish we'd connected.I suspect the chance that you would check this are as unlikely as the fact that I have posted it, but here's hoping. Love your style and energy and hope to meet you. I can't think of a much better time and place to meet a kindred spirit than at the folk fest. Namaste.