the wind is whistling.
Secrets are revealed
but none of us are listening.
Bland sorgsna träd och sovande troll VIII
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Iberian Wolf, Canis lupus signatus (by Ian Macfadyen)
My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the match of yours. Yet she was doomed to wait upon an old man, whom she loved as a father, and watch him falling into a mean dishonoured dotage; and her part seemed to her more ignoble than that of the staff he leaned on.