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        The taste of unwashed hair and night air on her tongue, Sunny unbolted the gate with one hand, newspaper boat in the other. The pebbles making up the path outside her garden felt like a dozen ice cubes under her feet. However, the idea of standing by the Undivided River, watching her paper boat navigate the rushing water and disappear into the mouth of the forest was too much of a temptation to turn around simply because of the weather. With wind like this, whipping her hair over her face like tentacles, sticking to her strawberry lip-gloss, The Big Dipper wasn’t going to let her down.        One, two, three stepping stones la