I dreamed of a grey wolf with star-skied eyes again, the third time I've had this particular dream of it.
It snarled at me.
It snarled a great deal, viciously, and I could think of no reason.
So, I left the wolf alone. I walked right away. It snarled once more, then dissipated.
I still don't know why the wolf shunned me.
NOW it makes more sense. And less.
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