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Greek Mythology By Dawn Rouse I loved you the way wolves howl into the night, constantly searching for Hecate, chasing her into the daylight. I used to wake up to the feeling of you on my skin, dreams still dancing on cold air, before I’m awake, it’s like you’re still there. And we spun in circles under the stars, and you still smiled with your eyes. Back when my dreams could still carry the weight of my denials. Back when I was still capable of love. But I do not dream anymore. I spend my nights building sandcastles so big that the weight of a thousand seas could not topple them. I spend my nights shooting arrows through the hearts of fleeting hopes. You are no longer the moon. Back to Contents 52