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. I've worked in international development, social justice and democracy work, and inclusivity training both domestically and overseas. I have served in Peace Corps, where I experienced my first Russian invasion, after which I volunteered with refugees and mentored youth. I vacation climbing minarets and mountains, as well as exploring theaters, museums and parks. Here in New York, I produce short films, direct short plays, and write.
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