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I walk in shadows and alone. His hand has teased me into the light. He strokes my fur, smoothing it when it is ruffled and smoothing my hackles. He protects me, comforts me. He teases my senses to life, makes me feel. It is almost like he loves me, yet I feel his fear. I am afraid too. The light is harsh. It hurts my eyes. He stands between me and the light, granting me sight.