Sons — my sons...
Fyodorov Sergey Fyodorovich
To howl... about freedom?
Or... somehow... to just be?
The wolfish freedom
Of the wolfish kin...
The Moon — my own mother
Weep into her silver?
Borrow the love of a mother so dear
HOWL!
Weee are from the MOOOON!
Weee are from the MOOOOON!
...The moon nods to the wolf... nods
YOU ARE MY SON!
MA... MA!
WE ARE FROM THE MOOOON!
...the forest trembles
Silver like tears
From the Moon...
She
Runs a little...
Weeping a little...
MY SONS...
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Sons my sons...
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