Like ancient rhythms from ancient drums, the beats come out of the mist. They are heard several blocks away, enticing one to come closer and closer. Soon there is no escaping the magical hold the drums contain. Swaying, dancing, tapping feet, the crowd joins in. It is Friday night in Asheville and the drum circle is playing.
August 18th, 2014
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