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Full Moon Party On the Sands (Well, tight but have to record down though just petties. I've piled up on my desk and brain quite some subjects yet to yield into writing. Tomorrow, always tomorrow, I shant wait for tomorrow.) Yeah, my prelude and training to the Thai real beach parties, hopefully in Sept. A stage was set up on the sands, and tables as well. I relaxed like an open bird in the pre-DJed music, feet-nakely. I bet, the only one touching the sands w/ flesh/skin there. At the beginning a full golden golden moon, then shrunk into clouds like a shy girl. Breeze came w/the S. China sea tide sound, ppl chit-chatted. The dazzling lights were casted onto the dance floor. But an unlimited dance floor should be on the soft gritty sands. A dance under the moon! I'd like to invite you. Everyone had its role in the party. Party sounds a boisterous word, but for me I savored more solitude in crowd while I watched ppl bumping into each other and making friends. I had to amuse myself while they were busy. I ran, trying my momentum on the sands; I danced, swinging off some expression. Who cares who's watching or not? Whose eyes are sharper than the night's? Funny,a young guy greeted me by saying, "hey, you cant recgonize me?" Kidding childish stuff. But glad that he liked my free dance. My attempt to block the neon lights' transmission worked, it really stopped for a while. Sitting on the terrace for the last beer overlooking the whole scene and the sea, there was some hope for deeper understanding btw me and the the world. Ppl, from China, Portugal, Saudi, America, buzzed around me. I stayed in my reclusive air but pierced my deliberation and desire into the vast sky. Pic. Zhang Daqian "Plum Blossom and Poet" 
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