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May your wolves walk on the path with you
where you can see them.
May they swirl with mane of mist with leaves
caught twined therein.
May you hear that their wildness calls
to you
that their teeth portend tools
as well as menace
that their howls are not just hunting jargon
but sonnets to the moon. — Annette Marie Smith​