You weren't there this time. You were in the countryside, sleeping sweetly.
V and I slip down the stone steps to the candle lit cave, still warm from the cozy echo of last weeks pleasure.
Empty at first, then a small crowd.
Then the tunes begin. Easing through the smooth air, seeping into the skin, swimming into the eyes. Takes me away on a wave of piano blues and soft double bass...
Floating me off to a place where the glow of music hugs me in reassurance and offers the way out.
I live for this.
I could die in this.
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