(My Father)^n
I could write entire books about my father, and my father's father, and my father's father's father...
...actually, about all my family.
I should think to start here
Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
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