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Remember the city, the way it once was. Remember the lights you would use to find your way home in the rapidly cooling desert night. Remember the love in the air, the feeling of belonging. A city of strangers, all of them here for similar reasons. Every single one of you becomes the city, creates the city, lives in the city, and when you all leave it is as though the city never was. All the remains is dust and wind and the feeling of that love soaked into the ground.
Piecemeal, the city grows one person at a time, one beautiful stranger after another.
Dance, there, in the pounding music in the desert night. Surrounded by the city that truly never sleeps, allow yourself to be lulled to dreams on the distant sound of revelry and awake as the morning becomes too warm. Step out into the softness of morning, the heat of daytime sun, the drowsy daylight company. Pass by strangers and friends alike in a haze, in a daze of wonder at all that came before and all that is yet to come.
Remember your dreams of the desert. Remember the city of dreams in the desert.
Remember to go home again.
Piecemeal, the city grows one person at a time, one beautiful stranger after another.
Dance, there, in the pounding music in the desert night. Surrounded by the city that truly never sleeps, allow yourself to be lulled to dreams on the distant sound of revelry and awake as the morning becomes too warm. Step out into the softness of morning, the heat of daytime sun, the drowsy daylight company. Pass by strangers and friends alike in a haze, in a daze of wonder at all that came before and all that is yet to come.
Remember your dreams of the desert. Remember the city of dreams in the desert.
Remember to go home again.