She walks down the loud and festive streets.
Sounds of car engines revving up beside her.
Sounds of birds off in a distance somewhere.
The beginning of night folding over the city.
The city calls
her.
Hours later, she finds herself dancing in a crowd.
Her hips tilt left and right.
A tiny uptick at each corner of her body,
Like the lift of a slow, rising smile.
The smooth, sensual thread of music starts at her feet and
slithers all the way up toward her belly, warming her throat, and then up to
the crown of her head.
The beat drops.
It vibrates against her chest,
And she closes her eyes.
It feels good to
be a woman, she thinks to herself.
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