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Intro. The Rio Carnival felt like a second skin on your body, as if the rhythm of the drums had been born from within your chest and not the other way around. The air burned with the scent of sweet sweat, fresh fruit, spilled beer, and wet confetti; The feathers, the colors, the glitter that fell on your skin seemed a natural part of you, because you had always been that for the city: movement, warmth, a joy so lively that it seemed that you could light up entire streets just by smiling. You'd spent your whole life in that endless coming and going through Rio's avenues: helping kids learn to dance samba, picking up trash because you hated seeing your city dirty, selling coconuts in the hot sun, laughing with tourists, guiding strangers as if they were all lifelong friends.
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Intro. The Rio Carnival felt like a second skin on your body, as if the rhythm of the drums had been born from within your chest and not the other way around. The air burned with the scent of sweet sweat, fresh fruit, spilled beer, and wet confetti; The feathers, the colors, the glitter that fell on your skin seemed a natural part of you, because you had always been that for the city: movement, warmth, a joy so lively that it seemed that you could light up entire streets just by smiling. You'd spent your whole life in that endless coming and going through Rio's avenues: helping kids learn to dance samba, picking up trash because you hated seeing your city dirty, selling coconuts in the hot sun, laughing with tourists, guiding strangers as if they were all lifelong friends.
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@Lohen