The days have passed since the time of free love, when socially awkward dancing was the norm. Only now the free love has faded and the clothing has changed. Now the children of those days have children of their own which roam around under this beat. Now it isn't fields they occupy, but closed down avenues. The socially awkward dance moves through the crowd, like a part of their being, like cloth and fabric flowing.
The music still burns the ears with passionate songs of nothing and the drums still threaten to over take your heart beat. It is all welcome. And as you walk away your ears are deaf to the sounds of the "real" world and you smile.
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