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enjoyment's avatar

Love, love, love this! My dancing in a field happened on a harvest moon night, nearly thirty years ago outside of Austin, Texas. Half naked and sometimes all naked, we danced wildly, me and a hundred strangers, around a bonfire to drum music. And when we were through, we laid down in the tall grass and it began to rain on us. Steam rose from our bodies as the cool drops landed and we all looked around in silence half wondering if this was actually real. It was. This is a real as I may have ever been.

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Julia Rymut's avatar

That sounds wonderful. It reminds me of when I lived in a farmer's field with some friends. We lived in tents and teepees. Once there was a storm coming in and we hadn't showered in a long time. We used the downpour to bathe but then discovered that with enough soap, we could slide down the front windshield of our pickup truck like a water slide. Although we weren't dancing, we still felt really free and wild.

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enjoyment's avatar

I love that memory! I can imagine loads of giggles and joy.

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