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White blankets of fog billowed over the forest floor as Jake began his morning walk. His eight year-old Weimaraner, Mickey, disappeared into the haze and scouted ahead. He returned to Jake’s side every so often as if to encourage him to pick up the pace. Mickey’s gunmetal gray coat made it impossible for Jake to track him in the thick morning gloom.
In a heart
Too big for the universe,
The Lion’s blood wells up.