Last night standing in the dewy dark with the moonlit beach Stig & I stood with wet sand under our feet watching the siloutte of ThinWolf as it was in it’s place at last, rocking gently with two mast lights glowing one in the middle and on top.
Luke paddled to shore to find Stig with his guitar and I and my hard wear. We ever so carefully climbed into the small rubber boat, paddles gently pulling us across the black water, away forever timeless..onto a taste, a voyage of freedom..
toasts were made, drums, percussion, bird whistles and beautiful vocal sounds of all kinds reverberated in surround sound through what was the heart of Thin wolf~
~Heather
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