‘Why me?’ is not something the universe ever answers.
“I’ve been waiting for someone like you..breaking the circle..you..taking the light.. You, you are the story I should write…I have to write.”
I started listening to the wolves and the timber, wolves and the timber at night…
I wake in the field with the cold and the lonesome—the moon’s the only face I see
So long, so high….
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