Fabiola Alejandra

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All at once, it dawned on her. She was on Earth. On Earth. She’d seen pictures, of course. Thousands and thousands of photographs and vids—cities and lakes and forests and mountains, every landscape imaginable. But she had never thought the sky could be so impossibly blue, or that the land could hold so many hues of gold, or could glitter like a sea of diamonds, or could roll and swell like a breathing creature.
Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3)
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