![]() The music that's playing in your little oval of an experience intersects and finds harmony with another person’s – you're walking along the sidewalk, or laying on the grass in a park, head down, earphones in. You look up, your music playing in your background, and you see someone off in the distance, dancing. She's moving side to side, back and forth, fist-pumping in time with your music, your beat. She can't hear your music, but she's dancing like she can. And you're the only one watching, witnessing. And it's your secret, your memory, forever.
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