You stopped looking like sunshine. My dear Eva, I looked for your sunshine to find it, like the Talls' lost things, but it wasn't anywhere.
Your lioness's mane was gone. No matter.
So long as your laugh stayed, I knew things would be alright, and we would go on our long, quiet adventures through the streets again, you and I.
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All Light That Does Not Waver: A Dog's Story
General FictionIt is our best friends that are fated to watch us flare, like suns, and fade.