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September 11, 2013
You know how sometimes you're walking to work, and you find yourself stopping in front of a lamppost and wrought-iron fence you'd never noticed before? And the vines have grown thick and high, and the light from the lamp gives a surreal orange glow to everything, and you get so absorbed in the storybook scene that you really start to worry that a satyr will jump out at you and try to give a flute recital, but you have to go, so you give it one last look over your shoulder before re-joining the real world? I like that.