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 Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:13 pm
. History. A long, long time ago, I woke up alone in a cold world. I was frightened of everything - I didn't remember my name, my face, who I was. The world was new to me. For some reason, I couldn't remember who I was, where I came from, but I was no pup.
My life seemed to just mold together. I pretended to know what I was doing. My body remembered the motion of a hunt, but my mind did not. I am happy to say I survived. I survived in some strange way that I do not understand.
I had a calling, I don't know how, nor do I know why I felt such an urge to move with the motions I did. The Mother Wind always brushed at my ankles, leading me to where I needed to go.
I knew the Wind would never betray me. She will give me a story from here, as she has lead my life in such a wonderful way.
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Posted: Sun Feb 28, 2010 3:19 pm
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