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February 4, 2011
One evening, as the sky began to grow dark, I reached out my hand as far as it could go and grabbed the edge of the sun. It fought me, of course--it wanted to sleep like any creature would--but I held on. I pulled and pulled and pulled and finally dragged daylight back.

They told me I had done a bad thing. They said I committed a sin that day. Hell, maybe I did. But one thing I know for sure is that I will never have to fear the dark again. And isn't that worth it?