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The war is over on Yavin IV.
The war is over and the planting season looms, green and gold and ruby in the sky from the red gas giant. Kes and Shara come from long lines of farmers, although neither of them remembers anything from their childhoods but arid, ruined dirt.
But the Empire is over.
The dirt on Yavin IV is rich and loamy. It stains Kes’ fingertips black when he digs his hands into the soil.
The first koyo melon starts to grow on the day that Poe finally knows who Mama and Papa are.
Peace has come.