why can't I write about her? Is there too much to say? All the poetry in the world won't suffice. I've lost the wolf, the orange eyes are now a page in my past, a dusty jpg on a rewritable CD.
No words seem to be necessary. This is too real, too scary, too sacred and too confusing...I'm so awed and so challenged...
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