The sun had not yet risen over Bywater when Don opened her large brown eyes. She found she was in a warm bed, and she recoginized the room as Rie's. She heard Rie breathing softly next to the bed.
Quietly pushing the covers back, Don creeped to the window as dawn broke. Tears stun her eyes as she remembered how her mother woke her to see the dawn a week before she died.
Rie was stirring, so Don ran back to the bed and jumped in, pulling the covers up to her chin and closing her eyes. She didn't want Rie to know she had been awake.
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In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand
in every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
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