the call of the wild

‘night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees, lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day.  and the strain of the primitive remained alive and active.  faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness.  and from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded.’

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About Emmie Mears

Saving the world from brooding, one self-actualized vampire at a time.

Posted on 17 February, 2009, in snapshots life and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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