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Poem: The Divine Young Dog In The Meadow. Joy, Joy, Joy. - Bedlam Farm
Her heart is an unpolished jewel, loosed upon the soft meadow, she yearns for her dear friend, her cousin, her spirit mother, the old girl wolf. When the Divine Young Dog flies across the meadow, under barbed wire fences, through fence posts, running freely, hopping with excitement and joy, ten thousand bugs rise into the […]
Jon Katz