We danced with our clumsy feet, twirled in the sea of strangers, clapped as they became our comfort and laughed as we soaked in the night. The smiles in the room were brighter than the twinkling lights strung over our heads. A pie ranch, a barn dance. People were packed from wall to wall, dancing and singing and filling every ounce of air with a positive energy, infecting me like termites. I can't remember the last time I was in a room with so many genuinely happy people. They were drunk with glee, not an ounce of alcohol served. The aged farmers with calloused hands, the young gents in button up shirts, the wee children in their cow boy boots and everyone in between. The all collided to the beat as the flutes and the fiddles and the banjos as they plucked their strings and blew their horns. It was raw, raw happiness. And it shook every bone in my body.
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