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(2/2) "when the suns start to slowly rise past the horizon he follows Luke up, to find him standing on a small hill in front of the farm. The black cloak makes him stand out against the dune sea, strange and otherworldly."
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(1/2) "Luke reaches out, half-asleep in the quiet of the night, to wrap his fingers around Din’s arm, to let his warmth ground him in space."
From an amazing fic: https://t.co/eqAPRwNXWY
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