Saturday, August 11, 2007
THE LONE WOLF CALLING (TRYING THIS AGAIN)
Somewhere in a deep northern forest where dark nights never come fully, misty shadows rise around the lone wolf, howling. He calls and waits, singing to the night owls perched in silent stares above him. Echoes heard for miles, bringing chills and tales to camp site scouts. The lone wolf calls and I...
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