This is a new piece were I will be exploring, through drabbles, how Obi Wan copes with life on his own after coming to Tatooine
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He can sense a shift in the weather, this newly acquired skill of being able to sense when a sandstorm was coming has potentially saved his life more times than he can remember. He stands up and looks far into the distance where he sees a desolate landscape in which no trees sway and far, far out a ship coming lower to land. He retreats quickly back into the house which for the moment he calls his home.
The house, which though probably never a great beauty, is now nearly derelict, the roof has caved in and so he has put blue plastic sheets in order to keep the worst of the sand out (for which there is plenty). He thinks in the future he should replace the roof but he has found that since the battle (for which he tries not to think about) he has not had much energy for such things. The bottom of the stairs is made out of books and he finds that when he occasionally replaces them he will stumble upon an interesting piece of literature so as a result he would often sit there, without the distraction of a comlink (who would he talk to now), and reads until his eyes become tired and he finally falls asleep. He thinks how much Anakin had liked stories.