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Nov 2011
I run through the forest,
Wind blowing through my fur.
The leaves barely crunching
Beneath my paws.
I stop at my den, my mate
Waiting patiently,
And I hear a distant howl.
I throw my head back
And I begin to howl,
And we sing in harmony
Of a world of which
We would be safe from
The terror of humans.
Steff
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Steff  27/F/The Stars, Ontario
(27/F/The Stars, Ontario)   
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