shapes moved in her wide-open gaze, and then came a familiar sensation; touch. she knew it to be that of the Giver, and suddenly she was made content. Gaze fluttered shut a moment, and with another flicker of surprise, she realized that she knew suddenly how to make the lights go away. It took surprising little focus to repeat whatever she'd just done, and her gaze fluttered once, twice, before finally falling closed.
the pup was at once at ease again, she pressed back against the warm wet (to be one day known as nose) of the Giver.
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the summer plays its chords - by Fern - May 23, 2018, 06:13 PM
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