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Friday, April 6, 2012

F3 Rosy-Fingered Dawn

     "Do you know, Matthew, how long it has been since I have seen the sun?"
     I could take a stab in the dark, but didn't care to. "You're sure about this? I mean, there are easy ways to test this out."

     "There are times for caution, and times for boldness."
     "Boldness generally doesn't result in total destruction, though."
     "Perhaps, but the risk is not so dire."
     I didn't look at her, even though my jaw wanted to hit the ground. We sat on the peak of Mt. Kelly, looking east. The sky had begun to lighten, and dawn would not be far. Nikki had her arm through mine as we sat on a blanket. Her other hand held a bamboo and paper parasol, obviously of Eastern origin. "Last I checked, when one of your kind had been exposed to the sun, the result could be swept into a dustpan."
     "Have faith, Matthew." Nikki smiled.
     I barked a short laugh at that, but didn't say anything more.
     The sky shifted into different colors, pinks, oranges and yellows, the high clouds going through each in turn until, finally, rose-gold light crested the horizon, bathing us in light.
     Nikki gasped beside me.

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