🐺who messes with wolves🐺

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She walked and walked trudging down the muddy path in nothing but some ankle socks and the loose shirt that she wore as the sun set and the moon rose. The wind wove around her making the white shirt she wore dance, her socks scrunching up as she didn't bother to pull them up. She continued down the path dark and desperate for a friend. Not many would take this path in all the life times that had passed not many at all would barely ny would even glance at the old thing. Though the path was rarely seen or paraded on it seemed to have been many times before. No one could say or tell you why it's just the way things are and no one will question it as no one seems to. So the girl walked on mindlessly though she knew where she was going. The moon was full and pale that night as the land basked in the beauty of the diamond light. This shine illuminated the girls face yet not one would be able to see it, but did looks really matter when you are on a path in the moonlight going a place that rare would even think of. The answer is no, and as the girl got closer to the rock cluster shrouded in darkness the darkness that was a home. She smiled because in her mind the last thing that god knows who's listening is "tell the wolves I'm coming home" and with that in  the outside world she would cease to be remembered or missed as she is one with the wolves now and no one messes with the wolves.

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Hello my little lemons 🍋 sorry if I haven't been posting anything good I just haven't been motivated the quote I found on Pinterest and got inspired late at night. The picture was also found on Pinterest and if you know who took it please tell me or if the owner wishes for it to be taken down I am okay with that once again just message or comment. I hope you like it bye for now my lovely lemons:)✨🌱🌸

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