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Mar 2022
I dream of wolves resting over the grass. Wolves two times my size, together, gentle, resting/ calm like my childhood dog blackie/muzzle over a kingdom of green fescue/they are creatures of god

I dream I am there next to them, my hand stroking their fur/ for some reason I am not afraid/ whenΒ Β hiking in the wild I was taught to stay away from animals/ some how I am not afraid/ there is wild wolf in my heart/ I am not afraid
Draft one

Love of dogs
Love of hiking+
Love of the wild which is wild because it does not conform to outside conditioning
Wild: nature, animals,water, weather,
everything that is not touched by illusion
so what is wild ? Is wild harmony or peace ?
Guadalupe S Partida
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Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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