I see women in elaborate gowns
Men in colorful native garbs
Dancing in the street to the beat of the drums
For hours, they dance
Under the scorching heat of the sun
They twirl
They stomp
They chant
To the rhythm of the music
Pausing only to recharge
Their tired weary feet
But as long as the women
in bejeweled gowns
With a wooden sculpture in their hands
Hear the beat
They will dance to the music
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