Two strapping young
men coming out of a rave party are scaling a narrow, rickety slope of sand and stones. Their faces are painted in dizzy colours. Under a bright February
afternoon sun, thethe sweat on their broad, gilt-speckled foreheads splinters into
tiny liquid suns. The party might be over, but the music—most likely a medley
of trance tracks—must still be buzzing inside their heads, for they’re stepping
high, wide and carefree, revelling in it.
Ron Daniel, the taller
and sto
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