Run with me, Wolf

I respect the Big Bad Wolf. He didn’t give up. He huffed and he puffed–till he blew those houses down.

I don’t want little piggies. I just don’t want to fail my little beast.

So, I drag myself back down to our abyss, never knowing when or how I’ll reach the other side. Knowing nothing at all…

Nothing. Except the pain of not.

There is no Persephone without her spring.

if no-one listens... it's still music

if no-one listens… it’s still music

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About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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