July 18, 2010

They sang in words she did not understand, but she clapped her hands anyway, caught up in zealous rhythms and charged melodies. This was what she had flown so far to find: this music played on a night so humid it curled her hair and left her entire body damp. She had returned to life, finally, after everything that came before. Drums, horns, voices lifted her above all the rest of it, above everything she had run from.

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