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Night Light

The reflection in her grandfather's eyes of the night stars rippling across the sky. That was what she always thought of first when his memory came to her. Lying out Summer nights in the desert canyon near his small ranch, a warm, comforting breeze flowing slowly across the rocky plateau, filling the air with rich sage and earthy dust - as they'd stare out from the cliffs, grandpa spinning ancient tales of warriors and fantastical entities inhabiting the cosmos, imbuing the universe with riddles and metaphysical power-plays on a galactic scale.