This is the last piece of the night. The wrap-up of a practica/milonga/festival that you've travelled down the road, or halfway around the world and 10 time-zones away for.
This. This the finale. The End. Reserved often for a special other. You respect that, one of the certainties in an unstructured dance.
Also the saddest song to hear on the dance floor. Not in terms of melody, but in terms of significance. (Lyrics are depressing as hell..what's new?)
This. This the finale. The End. Reserved often for a special other. You respect that, one of the certainties in an unstructured dance.
Also the saddest song to hear on the dance floor. Not in terms of melody, but in terms of significance. (Lyrics are depressing as hell..what's new?)
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