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I was walking home in Brooklyn last night in the rain, 11pm, when I hear a voice call out in the darkness. 1/
EXCUSE ME, SIR. I ignore it. EXCUSE ME SIR, WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER? 2/
Against my better judgment, I turn back. "A flower?"
It's a very special flower, he explains. It only blooms once a year, at night. 3/
It's a very special flower, he explains. It only blooms once a year, at night. 3/
It's called a Night-Blooming Cereus, and it forever closes its petals at the first rays of dawn. 4/
The flower was magnificent, about the size of a newborn baby's head, and so delicate. It was the finest thing I have ever smelled. 5/
Here is it, the Queen of the Night 6/6 
