Winding Down Our First Season

A few nights ago in the dreamtime, James and I were in the forest sitting at the top of a slide. A deep, narrow ravine was quite near and a pair of huge red wolves were running along its far side. They jumped across and a man ran toward them, waving his arms to scare them off. I marveled at how brave he was to rush wolves, and then there was a wolf beside me, opening its mouth wide. It closed its jaws around my right arm just below the elbow.

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