Blacktail Deer Plateau and thereby open wide the door

Blue did not say anything she just leaned onto her friends shoulder. He was fast becoming one of her best friends. It shamed her to think of it, but she was so very glad he had come back to the plateau. Even though he was hurting and sad, she just felt he was better here.

I had hoped that my love would keep him here. Perhaps it was foolish to think that love could fix everything, but it always has before. And it always did in the stories I grew up with. I know i am high past time to put such fanciful notions aside, but those I cannot help but keep dear to my heart, that love heals all wounds as does time.