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    <title>HADAG NACHASH osim hip-hop tziyoni :)</title>
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    <content type="html">This is how I wish to remember this day, the day that started so... ugh (classhousingC+morehousingmorefclassmoreugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the sun and the antici...pation, the crackling magic of the windy dorothy in toto in kansas before the whole world changes, tornado style.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the lucky pennies on every corner (package office open - chocolate and comics and people who love me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Israel fair and condoms that say, "Israel: It's safe to come"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With fooooood.  Oh food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Israeli dance and music and laughter and children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max surprising me and the heat and the tension melting away because i can wrap my arms around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.  and HADAG FREAKING NACHASHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance, in a trance, moving, sexy dancing (a modest grind line?) pulsing, gyrating, throbbing, this is starting to sound like sex, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Captivated by the music, the message, hands in the air, zuz zuz zuz, am yisrael chai, close my eyes, colors flashing, bass beat, sway, hands, bodies, motion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirat hasti-i-i-cker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Korim li nachman v'ani megam, megamgem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT a show and then running out, exhausted (will you buy me a shirt? let's talk israeli-like) and then... THE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POURING down cold on hot exhausted bodies, max runs.  wait, i say, and catch up.  we kiss. we run. we kiss.  cold on hot. wet on dry. streetlights and darkness, stones on college walk, puddles, running, skipping, twirling, wet wet wet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet clothes off and dry clothes on and happiness in this moment of time captured - this kiss and those stars and that taste like spring and summer and love and music and all put together into an explosion of click.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between the sadnesses (so far behind me in this instant)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alive.</content>
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