The ground flashes beneath our feet.
A steady, intoxicating beat, ba bump, ba bump ba bump.
Loose hair whips in the wind.
Breath short and heavy, and hearts racing, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.
The world as a blur, passing by.
The mind as a passanger carried away, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.
The movement familiar.
A rhythm both reassing and exhilarating, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump.
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