Sunday, February 02, 2020

Wolf City

From an original by the very gifted Jakob Rozalski.
Tonight we will feast like peasants, cold amongst the snow, bare trees, moonlight breaking, faces set against the winter winds, seeking the warmth of our friendships and loyal fortitude. Stoic in the face of the seasonal adversity. We are the pack. We are werewolves (and reasonable to boot). Most likely it'll be a stir fry; chicken, vegetables etc. some rice, there's also a least one bottle of wine I'm led to believe. Apple pie and cream. We may be werewolves, living on the margins but we are far from predictable in our tastes and behaviours. Our desires however are a different thing. Happy Palindrome Day 02/02/2020.

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