our wild kind

a memory … a beacon … rising on white feathered wings … dusted snow … soft thick fur … starry-eyed skies … a recognition of ... of a dream … at once experienced and felt … and a wildling call … guiding us to where we belong … engulfing the remembrance … of belonging

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