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Groove Camp

There was a moment when,Nestled within the gossamer threshold,The realms of magic and mundane collided. At first one soul, and thenMany steps; trepidatious and bold,The stuck silt of the city subsided. A sound, a rhythm, a melody,The world was created in music and love,People ebbed and flowed, as once the tide did. We danced in Read More