grief
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Your coat still shines like mountain snow,Though silver marks the years.A wolf’s dark mask still frames your face,I’ve loved beyond my fears. Your ears still rise to greet my voice,Your tail still sweeps the air.Though age has slowed your faithful stride,You always meet me there. You’ve walked beside me through the stormsThat no one else…
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The alarm sounds on her phone, pulling her out of a dream she’d been trying to hold onto. She reaches for it automatically, still half asleep, and the message waiting there makes her smile before she’s even fully aware of herself. She taps the screen with her thumb. The words glow bright in the dim…


