I stood at the end of the evening outside, breathing in the air, warm and sweaty. It was pitch dark outside, a sky filled with stars. Am I really here? I take a deep breath and pinch myself for a moment. It was still fairly warm outside for the middle of the night, or was it because I hadn’t cooled down yet? It reminded me of the endless nights in Croatia, where I danced with my best friend until the sun rose. No, it wasn’t morning yet, but it felt endless. It was like a wish, or a prayer : “May this be my life, as an endless night where I dance?”
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