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I heard the whispering squish as my shoes sank in the warm water, and I froze, thinking I was going to catch a switch on my skinny rear end when I got back to camp. I pushed the thought aside, and squished on toward the stand of willows where I’d last seen the white wolf pup. Read the rest of this entry »

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The following poem was inspired by the Robert McCammon novel, The Wolf’s Hour. While the story I tell in my poem is entirely different than the one told in The Wolf’s Hour, I do wish to give credit to Mr. McCammon, and acknowledge his part in its creation. Read the rest of this entry »

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