In the distance he hears the faint rhythm of the drums, the pounding frenzy of the bass. He could se...
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In the distance he hears the faint rhythm of the drums, the pounding frenzy of the bass. He could sense them acting in unison; in the distance, in perfect syncopation. They drive him to distant shores. To the coasts he collects them, holding them close to his heart. And they whisper to him. He heeds the call.
Day by day they call to him, louder. Stronger.They build intensity. They build strength. And he listens. He cannot ignore them. He collects them. Desires them. They consume him. He falls to his knees, the repeated word echoing vibrating through him. Seizing him. Redeeming him.
He brings them home.
On Saturday Dec 7th, he obeys them. He sets them free. And they call out relentlessly, one resounding word - dance...Dance...DANCE!
Redemption Saturdays. The FIRST Saturday of every month. Set your inner bea(s)t free....
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