Water streams from the back of my head like a mane.

I run out to sand in the grass.

NH lifts me up, wraps me in his cloak, holds me dear. NH sings my name to me. He shows me that smile that breaks everything open.

NH says yes to me. When I fret about doing he says, “Rest now. When you are ready we will fly again. We will visit Lily. We’ll go down in the caves. We will carry light to who needs it.”

Ants race out of my hair. He combs and combs.

He remembers me.


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