March 25, 2018, 08:27 PM
Home is not a place. Home is an intangible locus somewhere in the heart. Home is the breath shared between soulmates, the love between family, the bond between friends. Home is a not a place, it is a feeling. And over the years, home has been many things to Stockholm, but it is something he has not felt wholly since the night the Man died. And while Seelie had breathed life back into his broken heart, home had still seemed just beyond his reach.
But standing here now beside Seelie and his newfound family and friends, with his paws firmly planted in the sand of their island, it washes over him – warm and comforting. He was home again.
And as the morning sun starts to creep up into the sky he throws his back in unison with Seelie, his low baritone carrying across the windswept shores; a brand and a banner and a promise all at once, sung straight from his soul.
But standing here now beside Seelie and his newfound family and friends, with his paws firmly planted in the sand of their island, it washes over him – warm and comforting. He was home again.
And as the morning sun starts to creep up into the sky he throws his back in unison with Seelie, his low baritone carrying across the windswept shores; a brand and a banner and a promise all at once, sung straight from his soul.
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runaway now and forevermore - by Coelacanth - March 25, 2018, 11:38 AM
RE: runaway now and forevermore - by Stockholm - March 25, 2018, 08:27 PM
RE: runaway now and forevermore - by Hemlock - March 26, 2018, 12:21 AM
RE: runaway now and forevermore - by Komodo - April 12, 2018, 07:03 PM