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Jun 2018
i was wild once
i ran with wolves
and lived off the land
who was my mother
i ate the wind
and drank the rain
the sun warmed my skin
while the dark taught me fear
by the moon and stars
i found my way
and by the cycles of seasons
i knew my place in the world
unfettered and unbound
i was free as any bird
unconquered and unexplored
untamed by any man
White Hare Poetry
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White Hare Poetry  F/Australia
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   Elinor and Mya
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