There she is moving a few feet at a time towards the water. Carving her way through the mountains, down the ancient path that she's occupied for all these years. No one dares trespass on her frozen tundra. At the gaze across the Bay her face drops at the beauty of the water, fluid and dancing, feels his tides touch her toes, ankles, knees as he greets her like a cat meandering between her legs adjusting his whiskers.
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