Maria Judnick

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And then it does, and the sun jumps into the sky, and everything is yellow and red and gold, and I whisper, “Morning, Mom,” and “Morning, Dad,” and the light is all around me now, so much of it that it finally spills over onto the west side of the Dune and fills the dark.
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