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the day is over...Yet night is beginning. I feel myself shining in the dark. Silk is on my knee. My silk legs rub smoothly together. The stones of a necklace lie cold on my throat. My feet feel the pinch of shoes. I sit bolt upright so that my hair may not touch the back of the seat. I am arrayed, I am prepared This is the momentary pause; the dark moment. The fiddlers have lifted their bows.

Its 7:12 am here. Way to early for a book like this really. I am filled with regret to have started the book like this.