Never ending dance

Sometimes, not often, the day was clear and the sun completely yellow. Sometimes, not always welcoming, the earth sighed and Lucy heard it. Somewhere someone danced. Somewhen life was like a song and dancing never ended.
So Lucy followed the rhythm and waltzed with the tide. Something pulsing in her when, as the night fell, she walked to the Dance Club. She stayed outside, looking through the windows. Just a few minutes. Then went to the pub and felt the music. She came from a pagan land. All her body shouted it. Swinging.
Sometimes, not often, Lucy ended those days with a ritual. Blood and flesh ritual. She didn't understand how far away she was from southern seas.
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