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T E E N A G E  G I R L S  +  M Y T H O L O G Y: Nótt

The daylight hurts her eyes and so she stays inside, hidden behind drawn curtains and closed blinds. She watches the clock religiously, breath held in anticipation for the second that the sun dips beyond the horizon. It is then that she steps outside, marvelling at her city’s lights, her gaze drifting skyward towards a ceiling of twinkling stars. She feels free, bathed in the moon’s silver glow, dancing in the headlights of passing cars.