"You looked up at the moon, and what did you see?"
"I saw my reflection,"
"What reflexion of yourself did you see?"
"I saw a grey wolf,"
"And what was he doing?"
"It was standing on a high cliff admiring the horizon,"
"Where was its pack?"
"It was just standing by itself,"
"A lone wolf?"
"Yes,"
"Is that what you are?"
"Yes,"
"What's a lone wolf called?"
"An Amaruq, it has no pack, it just has itself and his vulnerability,"
"That's true..."
"His vulnerability is his pack to guide him through the dark and harsh winds of the night..."
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Amaruq Poetry
Poetry"You looked up at the moon, and what did you see?" "I saw my reflection," "What reflexion of yourself did you see?" "I saw a grey wolf," "And what was he doing?" "It was standing on a high cliff admiring the horizon," "Where was its pack?" "It w...
