Navy blue sky, and the perfect warmth and cool breeze washing over you. A waxing moon lights everything, the voluptuous vines, and they shivering boughs of trees. It's a Katherine Hepburn movie night, WASP-y and sweet, truly perfumed air; everything that the rich can't buy but, somehow, do. You think of the Hamptons, of pools that are black in the
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