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“How long has it been dark, Mama?”
“Since you were five, Sil.”
“I remember a big orange ball in the sky, Mama.”
“Yes, Sil, that was the sun, what lights and warms the world.”
“Will it ever come back, Mama? I’m cold.”
“Maybe one day it will, Sil.”
And one day – it did.
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Great story Li!
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:) Thank you
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You’re welcome 😉
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It’s sad that her only memory of the sun is a big orange ball. Orange means the sun was in its fleeting moments of appearance for that day…and she could only get a glimpse of it. It’s also poetic in a way, the sun bidding her adieu.
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I like your perspective on this story, Agyani, thank you for giving it that poetic sheen :)
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The lifting of the dark cloud…we’re all looking for that. (K)
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Yes we are, K.
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Nice take, Li :) I am happy for her.
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Thanks, Kitty :)
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Welcome, Li :)
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You know what I thought of? Like a science fiction movie…or that Twilight Zone where the sun is moving away from the earth… I know I know….I’m stuck on the TZ
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I like the way your mind works. TZ rules!
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What an intriguing story! I love that there is a ray of hope in the end. (Pun intended! ;))
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:) So glad you enjoyed it, Kat, thanks.
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