our wild kind

Roz Madder
1 min readFeb 23, 2020

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a memory … a beacon … rising on white feathered wings … dusted snow … soft thick fur … starry-eyed skies … a recognition of ... of a dream … at once experienced and felt … and a wildling call … guiding us to where we belong … engulfing the remembrance … of belonging

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Roz Madder
Roz Madder

Written by Roz Madder

Human hacking the boundaries of experience. Mixing Poetry & Engineering. Making hay wending wyrd. Twitter:@jdcarlston, IG:@r0zm4ddr, (they)

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