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It's good having the warmth of the sun touch her face every morning. Tatooine is nothing like Naboo, but it has its own beauty that few people could notice. Sabé became one of those people. She missed Naboo, she missed home. But Tatooine is more and more starting to look like home. She saw Beru coming to her with such a lovely smile, it made Sabé wonder if Tatooine has been her home all this time just waiting for her to finally come.
"What are you thinking, love?"
"I'm thinking how lucky I am to have found you, my Whitesun."