for you, my wolf

lone hunter

we were surveying, searching, measuring of sorts

there in the vista, I can find you
hunting by the light
as if there was some urgency, under the canopy of a night sky

Imagine retracing our steps, to be born here and glide along with patience

you whispered, am i emerging or descending? tell me, are you a lone hunter?

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