The Dance

It was a dance, always has been. A dance people had learned to step along to, in a place so crowded one wrong step could harm a toe. A dance to a music that was not quite harmonious, though it sounded like it was — banging were frequent, high-pitched screeches that seem like laughter or screams (it was hard to tell), and the soft melody under it all, tying the sounds together (calm, almost inaudible).

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