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Sometimes I want to whisper to my younger self, perched on the edges of that Mediterranean club, the warmth of the night humming with distant laughter and the clink of glasses. Back then, under the gentle persuasion of a kindred spirit, I stepped away from the wall's comforting shadow. "Join," she urged, and for years I swam in the electric pulse of the crowd. Now, from my contented edge, I watch with a knowing smile, a cycle complete, my dance steps etched into the echoes of rhythm.

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Sometimes I want to whisper to my younger self, perched on the edges of that Mediterranean club, the warmth of the night humming with distant laughter and the clink of glasses. Back then, under the gentle persuasion of a kindred spirit, I stepped away from the wall's comforting shadow. "Join," she urged, and for years I swam in the electric pulse of the crowd. Now, from my contented edge, I watch with a knowing smile, a cycle complete, my dance steps etched into the echoes of rhythm.