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Personal Narrative: Howling Off Wolves

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the layers of walls inches away from freedom. The floor resembled that of a minefield with large holes big enough to fit the decaying bodies left untouched. Shadows could be seen dancing into the night as an old kerosene lamp fuelled their souls. These dark outlines moved through the wind stream lining as if they were kites transforming as they fly to an unknown destination. The howling off wolves could be heard from afar as they chased a shooting star into another realm with their pack. This reminded me what it was like to have a family at your sides through thick and thin. It had been two years since the incident but her tombstone looked to be extinct as it was in shambles with cracks running across the stone trying their best to escape the

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