STAR DUST AND GOLD
The party lasted until dawn. It always did at Long Island. The music spilled out onto the veranda, mingling with the salt air and the distant crash of waves against the shore. Inside, the chandeliers burned so bright they made the night feel like an artificial thing — something we had invented to give ourselves something to escape from. I was dancing with a woman I had just met when I saw them...
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