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A star’s soul is full
Its beam tears me in cold bits
Wolf howls—I’m warm now.
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. The rain fell in rhythmic splatters, slowly slowing, but still constant. Mira rolled onto her side pulling the blanket tight against her ears, but still she could hear chitter-chatter and scurrying feet of the creatures that refused to sleep in the lower decks.
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This was absolutely gorgeous! Loved it!