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| So there was this night so long ago that I saw a wolf in the clouds and I wanted to hold on to all that meant to me, all I could see in his jaws and muzzle, all that it could mean as he leaped the moon and shifted through the trees as I drove wherever I was going I was watching this wolf. But now I just remember the wolf and how he looked with no emotions tied to his journey, no baggage, history or goal. I would have hated that then, knowing I would forget all but the object because then the history and goal was what mattered, but now the moment and the wolf is all I remember and all I care for. Someone recently told me I have become jaded and less deep, maybe the jaded part is right, but I think I am deeper than before because am no longer assigning my past to what is just a cloud picture. I just remember its path and transformation into whoever he is becoming, which may be a man, or a pathway, or a tree with bare branches alone in the winter sky, fading to nothing to let the stars shine through. | ||