I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Wednesday, December 7, 2022
Someone suggests becoming wolf.
.
.
I... don't think so.
But there... is an option.
Won't stop with one generation. Then again, it... probably
shouldn't. What has been lost will be found again.
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