The time has come to Wild once more.
Can you too hear your soul's faint cry?
A whisper, a rustle, a crack, WHOOSH!
Our stories must not be solely written in this world's empty caverns of abandoned dreams
Forward! Yield not as you swiftly pass by the desert mirages of false promises.
Let us reach as the pines reach for the starry skies of hope and inspiration
Howl with me as the wolf howls in protest of life's responsibilities!
Roam as the black bear roams in demonstration of our freedom!
Better to drown in wild river torrents than the gentle brook of society's daily monotony
Better to feel the weight of Yosemite's granite walls then to compress under the tonnage of normalcy.
Yes, yes, heed the call and join me this weekend in the Great Eastern Sierras.
For we, for I, Wild.
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