Hear the ghost-whispers of the women buried in unmarked graves who were killed in front of their children; they could not say these words aloud once their tongues were cut out, so you speak for them now as much as for yourself: I am everything. I am the howl of the wolf. I am the groan of the ...
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Your dreams may have no category as yet, so let them rest in the darkness until She tells you it is time to act. For now, under this Wolf Moon, do precisely what they tell you not to do.