Ever-here, ever where? The thorns do prick, you see.
Like the bristles of your life, nettles caught in your step--
Nettles let go
Fifteen years hence, and there is no change
The wolf by your side a bit gray of fur
The scars in your flesh a bit stiffer,
But the Skill still calls.
As does your destiny-- and mine, my Catalyst
For we are two parts of a whole.
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