To Hunt a Hawk

S’il vous plaît … tu me manques.

I had a dream about him last night… so vivid that I could still smell the mountain air and taste his sweet essence on my lips when I awoke.
Why does he haunt me?
If I hunt the Hawk with my arrow, will these dreams die?

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