The dust on the trail made his nose itch but the cliff never frightened him.
His mother walked barefoot, even on the rocky incline, the dust sometimes covering the tiny smiley face tattoo on her ankle.
They’d watch the sunset, and he remembered differentiating between the blue daytime sky, and the night, which was “space.”
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