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Beside him, always, was Barnaby. Barnaby was a Golden Retriever who seemed to have been spun from the very sunlight they sat in. He didn't climb the fence—he was far too dignified for that—but he would lean his heavy, warm shoulder against Leo’s leg, a silent anchor in a world that felt too big for a seven-year-old. 5429006_035.jpg
"Do you think the clouds ever get tired of floating, Barnaby?" Leo asked, his voice barely a whisper against the rustle of the wind. If the image depicts something else, please describe
Leo hopped down, his feet hitting the ground with a soft thud. He buried his hands in Barnaby’s thick mane, inhaling the scent of dried cedar and summer air. They walked back together, a boy and his golden shadow, leaving the fence to guard the hill until the sun returned. He didn't climb the fence—he was far too