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The hiker cannot dwell there long, concealed on a high gull-lined cliff, overlooking the grey of the Sound. Framed in a solemn March day, two curiously juxtaposed species hold her gaze. Silent as a fawn she watches a black wolf beneath her arboreal outpost, hunched in the fashion of Asian street vendors, observing the other creatures. Great humpbacks frolic in icy waters --- spouting volcano plumes of spray that catch the freshened wind --- riding white-capped waves, till entropy dissolves their mist to atomized brine. Whale-song, too distant for the hiker's gentle ears, comes rolling in tsunami-like to the aurally attuned wolf, which ***** its head and nods in musical agreement with the odes. Then little lupine brother rears back his head and howls, so sorrowful a moan, as she has ever heard --- answering his water-brethren, hunters of krill upon the seas. Giggling at the incongruity of this lone celebrant singing pack-songs to leviathans, she hurries on her way, lone wolf herself returning to the pack.
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
They All Run in Packs
The hiker cannot dwell there long, concealed on a high gull-lined cliff, overlooking the grey of the Sound. Framed in a solemn March day, two curiously juxtaposed species hold her gaze. Silent as a fawn she watches a black wolf beneath her arboreal outpost, hunched in the fashion of Asian street vendors, observing the other creatures. Great humpbacks frolic in icy waters --- spouting volcano plumes of spray that catch the freshened wind --- riding white-capped waves, till entropy dissolves their mist to atomized brine. Whale-song, too distant for the hiker's gentle ears, comes rolling in tsunami-like to the aurally attuned wolf, which ***** its head and nods in musical agreement with the odes. Then little lupine brother rears back his head and howls, so sorrowful a moan, as she has ever heard --- answering his water-brethren, hunters of krill upon the seas. Giggling at the incongruity of this lone celebrant singing pack-songs to leviathans, she hurries on her way, lone wolf herself returning to the pack.
brian-oarr
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Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 10:12 PM UTC
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