[ He's smoothing down some soil as he listens to her, content to listen to the lift and dips of her voice. It is a beautiful poem - a little different from the ones he is used to, but beautiful nevertheless.
The last verse is the one he likes best, in spite of himself, and he cannot help but think how apt it is for wolves such as he who are given to moods. Natural phenomenon indeed. ]
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The last verse is the one he likes best, in spite of himself, and he cannot help but think how apt it is for wolves such as he who are given to moods. Natural phenomenon indeed. ]