Yip, Yip, Yipby Mario Milosevic |
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Coyote speaks from beyond the hills where all the voices live together in a house built by wind and held together by the mesh of our imaginations We are ignited on a path reaching to the horizon’s edge where sound moves into our muscles and animates the will to understand the structure of howling. |
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