Unofficial Friday
I woke up thinking it was Friday.
I ate lunch thinking it was Friday.
I left the Award Ceremony thinking it was Friday.
It's goddamned Friday.
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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