Travel Journal: Central Apennines, Abruzzo, Italy.
On wolves | seismic grief moments | healing places | howling
It was just a moment. Twenty or thirty seconds at most. Half a minute, which housed an eternity, and took me back to being 11 years old and my dad showing me the Franklin Mint collectible wolf plates he had bought for me. I’m not saying that I never got gifts outside of Christmas and Birthdays but I barely ever got gifts for no reason, and never anythin…