She was dancing wildly, carefree, celebrating the life of a man who had just passed away. Drums and trumpets and dancers and energy swirled joyfully. New Orleans, you know.
A path of self discovery had brought her here, to a land where she could learn to embrace things, rather than avoid them. “Lead us not into temptation…” - what killjoy had written that? Someone who hadn’t experienced life, that’s who.
She’d heard India and Nepal were a must. All she needed was money and she’d be on her way. But for now, there was only the dance.
And that cute guy.
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