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bright light blinding her and pushed
herself up so she could swing her legs
off her bed. She padded along the blue
bedroom’s, fake wool carpet to the
window where she reached upwards
and dragged the white string
downwards so hard that the shutters
accelerated upwards rapidly, sounding
like a set of sails of a galley being
drawn up in a gale. The view was
spectacular, white sand stretched as far
as the horizon from which the bright
yellow sun was rising slowly up into
the rich, cloudless, navy-deep sky,
shining down onto the desert below it.
She smiled, turned around, put a long
white t-shirt on and went off to get
breakfast.
