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Had to read it a second time, to really savor the imagery. Magical. Captures the numinous energy of a wild midnight party that the day has no idea exists. Like a Midsummer Night's Dream, ruled over by royal fae who disappear laughing into the mists with the rising sun. The only sign that it ever happened the stars spilling from a young lady's hair, their source and significance an unremarked upon mystery to the oblivious daywalkers.

Reminded me of the feeling I had emerging blinking into the light from a warehouse rave, tired and skittery from a night that had seemed to last forever, riding the subway home surrounded by people going to work, who I knew really had no idea.

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