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If only they had thought to mark their way, perhaps they wouldn’t have lost it.
Then again, the whole idea of running away was to forgo discovery. Leaving shiny pebbles would have made the whole endeavor be over well before it had began.
They trudged along. Bellies emptier than in hungry nights before.
There was a misery in a scrabbled-for freedom. And yet at least their torsos did not suffer the indignity of another whip.
Eliah’s stomach growled. He sighed. “Only mouths are we.”
“Who sings the distant heart which safely exists in the center of all things?” Lilah responded, distracting him.
The boy grinned through tired tears. He knew the correct reply. The moon of course.
He pointed at the sky.
His grandmother’s nod was filled with pride.
For one was never lost while their heart stayed tethered to the night’s reigning queen.
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