- …..she hid behind the night, laid low behind the curtain of darkness. It provided her with cover that wasn’t available in the glaring sunlight of daytime. The night served as a protective shield for her; it shrouded her in secrecy and resisted the peeling away of various layers of her persona and, attendant to that, the peeling away of various layers of secrets she held which the sun not only allowed but seemed to actively and enthusiastically promote. So for that reason and that reason alone she hated the sun, hated it with a fulminating passion which defied logic. The night? Ah, yes, the night! The night allowed her to hide on certain occasions, to hide from the intense scrutiny of others’ vicarious desires and too-big expectations, and consequently the night was her dear dear friend, one of the few authentic friends she could implicitly rely on anymore…..
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