We would sit in the night watching an adventure with fingers on a drum that beat our night to submission.A fragile creeper of a girl would creep on us like a night advancing on the trees, girl music from her to us and back.
It was a night that danced on trees, a drum chipping away at their silence while beauty flowed from girl all night.
(at the Desert Boys Dani garden restaurant in Jaisalmer)
The Morning is Just a Dream 
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