[ She tells her, sorrowfully, from the well of her ignorance. She molds her little body to the horse's still much larger nose, her whiskers twitching fitfully as she curls her tail around her own feet.
It is better to be together. Her Sleeper does not understand this, either, even if he says otherwise. Not in his heart, which shies away, a shadow slipping along a cave wall in flickering light. ]
It has been burning for ten thousand years. It comes with us, wherever we go.
You know. [ Words are coming more easily, more clearly. The present intrudes on the future. ] How it can be.
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[ She tells her, sorrowfully, from the well of her ignorance. She molds her little body to the horse's still much larger nose, her whiskers twitching fitfully as she curls her tail around her own feet.
It is better to be together. Her Sleeper does not understand this, either, even if he says otherwise. Not in his heart, which shies away, a shadow slipping along a cave wall in flickering light. ]
It has been burning for ten thousand years. It comes with us, wherever we go.
You know. [ Words are coming more easily, more clearly. The present intrudes on the future. ] How it can be.