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Submitted to Contest #138
The sun hasn’t shown in one-hundred years. The light was long ago blocked out by human over-consumption and pollution. As a child my mother would tell me stories of a foreign heat that would radiate from the sky. I would imagine myself standing on a hill looking out over a vast land, lit up by the light as far as I could see. Little fur covered animals would dart back and forth across the hill. A flower covered tree with a swing fashioned to a low hanging branch would sway in the breeze. I would imagine my mother’s description of warmth tick...
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