Dancing isn’t just movement.
It’s electricity.
A rush of music, colors, lights, and scents—so intoxicating it blurs into a single, euphoric moment.
Maybe it’s not the kind of joy you find by looking within.
But it’s joy nonetheless—pure, undiluted, and holy. And after almost every party, I thank God for it.
Why do I love dancing salsa and bachata so much?
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