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Yesterday, a pair of howling voices in the dawn, not tame enough for dogs.

This morning, a flash of charcoal and honey across the trail, then another: and a jeweled instant of yellow eyes. A heart that shuttered sharp from introspective aching to awe. Good morning, god. Good morning, Coyote. Thank you.

Amazing how they can shatter that bell jar over you sometimes.

Discovered you via Chris Clarke.

Thanks for writing here. Thanks for writing anywhere you chose to write. Thanks for writing.


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