part 1, in which we are deserters

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I felt the music in the very core of me. It touched some basic nerve and I had to dance, had to move, had to listen to my body and all its demands. The wind stung my cheeks but my body refused, just kept dancing and spinning, the beat inside me coming out. The stars pulsed with energy, filling me with hope for the beauty of this world. My eyes to

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[anonymous]

Wow, well done. You managed to actually capture a lot of the wonder of the weekend, which is hard given how zany and singular it was. And you reminded me of some things I had forgotten, which is very much appreciated.

You've got talent & Zest, girl. Don't waste it.
-TSH