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Forest floor, alone and free. Free to live as they have lived before. Free to roam and explore like all the times before. Travels in packs, packs of families. Young and old.
The Wolf slipped into the woods moving like an eastward trade wind. Swift, invisible, predatory, these were the traits he and his ancestors relied on for time immemorial,
Land of the Free, People sprout in the streets. But what I see, Is injustice everywhere. The news channels are warped, As they are racists and selective. They play what they want,