the animal inside mewhat id give to run free run free like the wolvesthe animal inside me
to hear the songs of nature the sigh of the mountains the winds singing call , the freshness of the air filling with the crispness of the frozen winter to come
to hear the sound of fresh snows crunching under paws to taste the near frozen fresh waters of a river ,to feel the wind blow through fur freely the thrill of the chase the rush of the hunt ,to once again be truely free
some call it imagination some sall it maddness but i call it the animal inside me beconing to be free once again
mask
the animal inside me
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Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. ~Anne Lamott
In every battle there will be casualties.
And the count is now on the rise.
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