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although the wolves were gone, may always have been gone, they still came to him in
dreams. That they could run there, fierce and unfettered, was surely enough. She would
understand. She had understood long before he did.
But he was afraid to speak. He could see that speaking would be like dashing some very
fragile bond to pieces, like kicking a dandelion gone to seed; the wispy, tenuous sphere of
its body would scatter in the wind. So instead they stood together, the snow fluttering
down from the clouds to melt into the water, where their reflected images trembled like
two people trapped against the glass of a parallel world, and he reached, finally, to take her
hand.
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