The rain has stopped, the clouds have scattered. The yard is filled with sunlight so clear and bright that it hurts Keiko's eyes. Everything is wet and sparkling. She knows her face is flushed and tears are streaming down, but she doesn't care.
She walks with her head up and a trembling smile on her lips. From the marrow of her bones to the tips of her hair, she is alive. From the deepest most mysterious reaches of her soul to the widest edge of the universe, she is ringing, she is touched.
Al and Dewey have never seen her look more beautiful. She climbs into the truck with them, and they are dumb-struck and shy as two little boys.
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An excerpt from Color of the Sea
a novel by John Hamamura