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She comes to me at night, while Farad'n sleeps. We talk and play games. We discuss memories of times long past. We sit in silence. I no longer need sleep, she chooses to go without.

Ghanima."Sihaya," I whisper to her tonight, as the sun sets across the desert. She brushes her fingers along the sandtrout that now spread across my chest. I ( Read more... )