Hush, Little Doggy
Nova Rai · Haresalam, 3 of 22

The story
Some goodbyes don't ask for words, only for someone to stay. I sat on a dark road with a white dog's head in my lap and sang the only thing I had: one more breath, and then one more. When you love something that is leaving, you don't have to be brave. You only have to be there.