You and a small crew are shipwrecked. You build a fire. You feel low. Someone passes around a flask of something that burns going down. Someone stands. Swears loudly. You laugh. Things start getting a little looser, folks start drinking a little deeper. Someone is singing. Bare feet tap along. Hip shakes turn into primal, flailing, full-bodied release.

And so it goes. Sloppy, slurred, stumbling, shipwrecked; bellowing up at the skies.

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