Stary night as the tower sits there thru the shadows and howls of the wind that flows thru fire pits have been lite thru the camp ground...one last night before the rain comes thru for the day as leave blows as the baby mountain lion calling out for there mother thru the journey of mother love and protection as the ancestors call out thru the night owls flying above the one that is searching for her ways.
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Cadrewolf2
21:56 Oct 04 2025
Awesome