Stone Circle Have you any dreams you'd like to sell?

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Always, he’s like a myth. An illusion even if she knew he was real. Materializing behind closed eyes in dreams that secretly ache for adolescence and simpler times.

And so a familiar blue waver set upon the sea of grass is imagined, and cast away with a trio of blinks that fight for the clearer picture. But that body is carried closer, his scent is delivered on the highland’s breath and her paws are lifting her towards the reality of him without realizing it first.

“Louis?”

Her gait deflates into no more than a restless hobble, circling about him in shaky disbelief, tail taking turns between ticking furiously and freezing as she sniffs the air around his jowls.

But it is him and he is here- a truth, and not a fable.

“Louis!”

An elated cry as she pushes her cold nose into his shoulder, nips at his ears and paws, prances over his rump and scrambles under his chest, springing and lapping and barking.

When her emotions were too strong for words, she sang. When they were too strong for song, she danced.