Friends Striking out on the path into the deep forest Alone. Sharp-clawed hook-toothed beasts Wait. Take your memories of happiness as Sword and shield. Share this:RedditLinkedInTumblrFacebookPinterestEmailPrintTwitterPocketLike this:Like Loading... Related Published by The Sleepcoat League Armchair anthropologist, sometime scribe, freelance philosopher, amateur artist, part-time poet, musical maven, alliteration aficionado. View all posts by The Sleepcoat League
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