Posted July 29 | Leave a Comment
The snow fell down around us and the wolves called out. We know what this means. It's December 22 of any old year. But the day seems so much different when we're leading the way. (The wind blows a candle out) The wolves call again, but we're not afraid. It's a sign of peace, not savageness. (The wind blows another candle out) The wolves call, and this is their finale. And this time, it echoes in the house and is forever engraved in the wood. I close your eyes for the last time and in them I se… read more