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The sun tracked her like always. Lance had been to many theatrical showings in his lifetime. He had an affinity for musicals, poetry, and things that sounded pleasing to the ear. In these productions, light always shone brightest on the star of the show. Spotlights, floodlights, backlights painted the stages with illumination.
Nothing held a candle to her.
The sun shone differently when its rays touched her. The particles looked bigger, brighter. They twinkled in the air around her as they fell from the sky.
The first time Lance had seen Gwin, the sun had framed her. He’d been looking for a wayward arrow. He’d been lead straight to her. Everything always came back to her.
She was a rainbow shining brightly after a storm. The treasure his heart sought to make his life worth living. A
