Spirit of a Wolf

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Contributor: Shawn Wunjo

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She had the spirit of a wolf, and her hands were fire. Like lightning, she would cut across the face of the sky, burn gashes of vapor and fate through rain and hail. Like water, she would spread smooth across time, weather all that rose rough against her. In my hands, she was a razor-spined fish, so smooth and elegant, vicious to the touch. In all my life, I’ll never forget her, never forget those hands like fire, those eyes, full of the spirit of the wolf.


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Shawn Wunjo is the author of a number of banned books.

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