Sunrises and Dewdrops: Setting Imitation of F. Scott Fitzgerald

It seemed to the youth that once the dark fell everything had a strange way of changing form, even if only for a little while, just until the sun was once again high in the sky and life began again. Oftentimes the lad saw the partygoers leave the mansions with downcast faces, their only joy seemingly found in the social gatherings, parties, and crowds.
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