"Our land is where my wolves wait for my own call. I try to clear the heartache in my throat then throw back my head and howl,
Where are you?
It starts out that way, though by the end of that long breath, it is simply Are you?
And from across the vastness of Homelands, the Great North call back.
We are, they answer, each voice reassuring me that all are safe and accounted for."
Phew, Maria Vale can write.
— Aug 13, 2020 10:18AM
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