Swinging and swaying in the middle of the afternoon,
touching upon the divine with spirituality rising
ever higher.
Totally and energetically taking part in festivities
at the dance, jumping, stepping, joining rhythms
being pounded out by incessant drumming.
Guitar, strumming heartily and keyboard backing it all
up, saxophone being heard above it while everyone has
a ball!
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