There was a time when the full moon meant more than just a glowing light in the sky—it was an invitation. My friends and I would gather around a crackling fire, the night alive with laughter and anticipation. The moon, round and radiant, hung over us like a celestial guide as we danced, barefoot andContinue reading “Dancing Under the Full Moon: A Journey of Youth and Gratitude”
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