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There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating and intoxicating and fine.

Hvor mange mil til Babylon? Tre snes med mil pluss ti. Når jeg dit mens mitt vokslys brenner? Ja, og tilbake hit igjen. Ja, hvis du er rask til bens. Kan du nå dit mens ditt vokslys brenner.

There was a dim glow pulsing from the middle of the hazel thicket, as if a tiny cloud of stars were glimmering there.

And there was a voice, a high clear, female voice, which said, 'Ow,' and then, very quietly, it said 'Fuck,' and then it said 'Ow,' once more.

And then it said nothing at all, and there was silence in the glade.

She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.