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The sun fell in love. My maman always told it that way. The sun fell in love with the goddess of the mountain and he wanted her. In the end he ate her right up.
Snap snap snap.
I’d always wondered what that felt like. To be eaten. To know that you are being devoured. That’s the problem with wondering, maman told me when I was little. You put small thoughts out into the world, and they are sure to come back and bite you.
Now, it’s not the dog’s fault she ate me. Not really. And I’m not mad at her about it. Everyone knows the mountain belongs to the laughing dogs. Things are just not going the way either of us expected it to, I think.