Landscape of frenetic days linked to the demands of now, and inside it she and me, one a prowling wolf, the other an astronomer probing space. We cling to the present with our sharp telescope and our precision claws until a branch snaps beside us and she lunges from her lair, spine flexed, teeth bare, …
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