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   From Shiver
   That night I lay in bed and stared at the window, my blinds pulled up so I could see the night sky
   One thousand brilliant stars punched holes in my consciousness, pricking me with longing
   I could stare at the stars for hours, their infinite depth pulling me into a part of myself that I ignored during the day
   Outside, deep in the woods, I heard a long, keening wail, and then another, as the wolves began to howl
   More voices pitched in, some low and mournful, others high and short, an eerie and beautiful chorus
   I knew my wolf's howl; his rich tone sang out above the others as if begging me to hear it
   My heart ached inside me, torn between wanting them to stop and wishing they would go on forever
   I imagined myself there among them in the golden wood, watching their heads tilt back to the endless stars
   I blinked a tear away, feeling foolish and miserable, but I didn't go to sleep until every wolf had fallen silent