Just let there be one more tanda, we plead. One more tune. Just a short one.
Our feet beg us to stop. Our heads hurt. We forgot to drink enough water.
The neighbours are banging on the door insisting that the music be turned off. Now.
Our hearts entreat us for another moment of connection. Another moment of stillness.
Everyone wants something. Not everyone wants the same. Not everyone can be happy.
We leave with mixed feelings.
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