“And then we just, uh, what did you call it? Sway?” he smiled, pulling her ever so closely as they danced to the rhythm of a timeless song.
She loosened up, step by gentle step, her hands clasping his, silent among the crowd of green-cladded dancers swaying under a warm starry night, jade and crimson lanterns hanging from above as the tune elicited fantasies she never dreamed of, “Is this what its like when there are no wars to fight?”
“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully, “Its new for me too… I wish it can always stay this way.”
@focusas – There you go!
Sokkla Dance with me
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