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It was either Thursday or Friday daytime on the Playa, when we both were dancing at the Distrikt party. I had a bunch of Canadian friends with me, including a crazy mask guy. I was wearing purple and you were wearing brown and looked like a medieval prince. You are from Belgium and I am Russian. We are both artists, or at least that's what we told each other. I didn't want to leave you, but had to follow my friends. You didn't want to let me go and promised to find me.
As months go by, I still wonder if our paths will cross again and if you ever think of me.
Apparently, I do.
It shouldn't be that hard to just say 'hello' from across the continent. Find me!