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Quilts and winter blankets my small den of hibernation is where I am at my best for a good five months. Crawl in and crawl out, again, for a few hours of shortening daylight. I have the genes of a Bear and the hair on my head and face lay testament, to these things. I could be a wolfman, especially, when I wake up, Howling, Over what, is anyones guess. Maybe the need of mating, deep In the DNA, of a wild creature.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
In the DNA, of a wild creature
Quilts and winter blankets my small den of hibernation is where I am at my best for a good five months. Crawl in and crawl out, again, for a few hours of shortening daylight. I have the genes of a Bear and the hair on my head and face lay testament, to these things. I could be a wolfman, especially, when I wake up, Howling, Over what, is anyones guess. Maybe the need of mating, deep In the DNA, of a wild creature.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
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