“I have waltzed with wolves and howled at the moon. But my heart will always remember the slow-dance that ended much too soon.” — Alfa H Copy Share Image
“I lay in bed that night, a first-time drunkard at seven years of age, pondering the punishment I knew would arrive on callused palms. In the forest, as if sensing my plight, wolves howled nocturnal laments. The magnificent lunar lullabies… — Mark Rice Copy Share Image
