Hunting and Haunting

On the twilight purple river, wolverines hunting and haunting the dreams of rabbits. In the tundra of my heart, sled dogs running over frozen lakes. At the blue blurred periphery, a growing fire gnawing its way through the cold. The fire has a name, and hands like strength and pleasure.

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