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I Dreamt

by Mariah Wallace

I dreamt of a wolf in the dense forest.
A palette of red and orange as far as the eye can see.
The smell of rich soil and fallen leaves.
The chittering of squirrels overhead
like the creaking of an old wooden floor.
Socks of flowers littering the ground.
The wolf curled up under a maple tree and fell asleep.
I wish I was the wolf.