Full Moon

 Dedicated to my fellow Wolf, Holly Parkhouse

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And all the wolves come out from the craters in which they’ve been hiding.

And all the howls carry apart the clouds like the cream on their coffee separating and curdling as they sit pining.

Wolves and women. Women and wolves.

Beware of the elements on their one night of power when a wail is worth a legion of armed men.

Awooooooooooooooooooooooooh

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