The sounds of the crowd become part of the happy centre of my brain, reaching in and pulling out the joy.
There is a feeling of jubilation in the crowd as if we are both firmly on solid ground and levitating all at once.
This crowd is a work of art, the most rare you will ever see, for this moment, seen by the eyes who are present right now, is a one of a kind.
I am at home in this crowd, for we sing and celebrate together. We cry and feel sorrow the same. You can be lonely in a crowd, but that is only one option, you can also feel kinship and camaraderie.
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