One summer when she was still young she stood on the roof and wondered where he had gone, that owl who sat by the tree, watching, waiting for something that would never arrive. Gone with the owl are the stories of the summer where he wandered out into the miraculous night, the memories of the traveler into the sea of dark or the idleness of the lonely soul.
She realized that the owl may never return back. Undone by sorrow, she found solace in prayer, and others, like ourselves, who lost their owls chose to follow wild dogs through the dark woods, nursing their bruises until they return to stars or ashes.
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