Hearing the music, title unknown, inspired the following words:
The rhythm of the music infuses her veins as she moves in step with the beat of the drum, incandescent lights, the flow of the satin skirt behind her...she sails across the floor intoxicated by nothing else than the liberation of the music, the sensation of the rapid pumping of blood through veins, heart beating faster than drum beat---anatomy of human body, boggles my mind. To think everything works to create this divine collaborative movement, the expression of self, the celebration of rhythm, the freedom of release.
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Nice! "The freedom of release"-- how true it is.
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