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A man once told me a wolf howl is the most powerful thing.  Within it is our humanity.   I was perplexed and asked him to explain but he just smiled in his drunken face and his yellow eyes guided me to the picture frame in the barroom where a man was lying face down dead in the snow and he left me there and I stood for hours affected by drink and smoke and eventually saw myself within that frame cold lonely and screeching to curse him I could not move and pine needles filled my mouth and nasal cavity
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Wolf Howl
A man once told me a wolf howl is the most powerful thing.  Within it is our humanity.   I was perplexed and asked him to explain but he just smiled in his drunken face and his yellow eyes guided me to the picture frame in the barroom where a man was lying face down dead in the snow and he left me there and I stood for hours affected by drink and smoke and eventually saw myself within that frame cold lonely and screeching to curse him I could not move and pine needles filled my mouth and nasal cavity
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Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
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