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It’s so different from where I grew up—hot dead sand and rock stretching on in every direction. Stare at all that space, day after day, and it begins to feel like a trap.
The lamp is the shape of a star and it glows luminous in the dim room; the softest pink, the color of cotton candy, or the depths of a pale peony, the color little girls dream in.
