Flycatcher Downs i'm so into you, i don't know what i'm gonna do

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This innate desire to keep something in his life that was real, that he could focus on and use as a tether, kept him close to the valley. It wasn't really the valley that he was keeping close to; sometimes he dreamt of the chocolate-coated woman and the warmth of her smile, fixated on it while time stood still. When morning came he would forget in the blink of an eye, but... For a few seconds every day, Larus was happy.

He followed those bread crumbs, too. That's what kept him near enough to hear the woman's voice on the wind. He didn't know that voice at first, but the closer he got the easier to became to remember. The man came in to view soon enough; bedraggled from the winter winds and a little tired, but interested. She knew his name -- and when he could make out her face, he remembered.

Blondine! He calls, striding closer through the snow. Um, here. Hi.