The Pulse of Starlight by Sarah Grace Tuttle
ShortStory 1,136 words
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I was walking my dog when I saw my wife for the first time, dancing on the grass in the park like it was an ancient meadow. There was no music—just the clink of her dangling moon earrings as she spun. I think I fell in love with her then, when all I knew of her was wild rhythm and the way she turned her face up to the sun.
Content warnings 1
death-of-a-loved-one
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