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As the echoes of the Gala DΓa de Muertos VOGUE faded, I found myself enveloped in the vibrant after-party atmosphere with my friend, Mirela BaliΔ. The air thrummed with laughter and mariachi melodies, painting the night with joy. Surrounded by familiar faces, we all celebrated life and memory, illuminated by candlelight and adorned with marigold blooms. Each moment felt like a dance, a tribute to our roots and culture, wrapped in warmth and camaraderieβa perfect culmination of the evening ππΛβ
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As the echoes of the Gala DΓa de Muertos VOGUE faded, I found myself enveloped in the vibrant after-party atmosphere with my friend, Mirela BaliΔ. The air thrummed with laughter and mariachi melodies, painting the night with joy. Surrounded by familiar faces, we all celebrated life and memory, illuminated by candlelight and adorned with marigold blooms. Each moment felt like a dance, a tribute to our roots and culture, wrapped in warmth and camaraderieβa perfect culmination of the evening ππΛβ
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