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... rce of nature, a living tide that surged toward me in a riot of silk, leather, and lacquered boots, a collision of every conceivable color and texture the fashion industry had ever vomited into existence.
They pressed in from all sides, momentum driven not by violence but by awe—the collective movements of people who’d just witnessed something so extraordinary they needed to physically touch the person responsible, as though doing so might somehow siphon off a fraction of what they’d see ...
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