The dance
Lena POV The crowd has lessened. Most went back to town for some dinner or rest. Performances and contests have ended and most sellers are gathering their things to call it a night. There are those who still enjoy themselves with a beer around some of the campfires that have been lighted all around the festival. We walk to a secluded tent that’s set up more on the side of the festival. Olivia walks ahead, leading us. While Austin and Conan follow just behind me. Walking inside this tent we are mesmerized by all the light bulbs that dangle around. They hang low and high, Austin has to be careful or he might be hit by one. “It is clear a short person set this up” Stroking a light bulb out of his face. “Be careful though, they are a bit warm.” As you could assume from a light bul
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