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(Canis lupus baileyi)

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İngiltere FA Kupası 4. turunda Chelsea, Championship ekiplerinden Luton Town'u konuk etti. Maviler, Luton Town'u 3-1 yenerek adını 5. tura yazdırdı.

Karşılaşmada ilk iki gol 11. ve 17. dakikalarda Chelseali Tammy Abraham'dan geldi. 30. dakikada da Luton Town'dan Jordan Clark ağları havalandırdı ve skoru 2-1'e getirdi.

İlk yarı Chelsea'nin 2-1'lik üstünlüğüyle tamamlanırken 74. dakikada Tammy Abraham, yeniden sahneye çıktı ve skoru 3-1'e taşıdı. 23 yaşındaki golcü 86. dakikada da bir penaltı kaçırdı. 

Mücadele bu sonuçla sona ererken, 5. tura yükselen ekip Chelsea oldu.

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An old, blind arctic wolf (Canis lupus arctos)

by Chris Ste-Croix

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😭😭😭 so, so beautiful.

The first point on my bucket list would be meeting wolves, for sure.

Also, I own a book by Tanja Askani. She knows so much about wolves, she works at a conservation center in Germany, is a photographer of wildlife, holds lectures and raised orphaned pups ❤

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I love wolfs. They are dorks and I love them. 10/10 would almost get new piercing ripped out by wolf puppo again

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redraw my boy sunwing for old time’s sake

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Pelicans 110 Timberwolves 120 New Orleans (5-10) Minnesota (4-11) 

The Minnesota Timberwolves have had a tough time winning without Karl-Anthony Towns. They are (1-9) without their star center and the team decided to rest D’Angelo Russell tonight to keep him fresh. The New Orleans Pelicans came to town and the Wolves odds were stacked against them tonight. An entertaining first quarter ensued as the Pelicans shot over 70 percent from the floor. The Pelicans tried to pull away with a 6-0 run midway through the first, but the Wolves kept pace and converted on turnovers. New Orleans maintained a 31-28 lead after twelve minutes of play. The two sides traded hoops for a majority of the second quarter. The Wolves won the quarter and pulled within a point at halftime. Minnesota came out strong in the second half with a 16-5 run. They won the quarter 24-14 and took a nine-point lead into the final stanza. The Wolves tried to put this game to rest with eight straight points to start the fourth. Eric Bledsoe led an 8-0 New Orleans run to pull within ten points and made this a game in the closing minutes. The Wolves executed better down the stretch and snapped a four-game losing streak tonight. 

-Final Thoughts- Naz Reid led the team with twenty points on the night. He made 5-of-10 shots from the floor. Anthony Edwards led the bench with eighteen points. Malik Beasley added sixteen points and six boards. Jarrett Culver had a big night with sixteen points and five rebounds. Jared Vanderbilt had a double-double with sixteen points and eleven rebounds. The Wolves shot 43 percent from the floor and made 12-of-34 three-pointers. They made 30-of-37 free throws on the night. The Wolves benched out-scored the Pelicans 50-17 tonight. This was one of the more impressive wins for the Wolves in a long time because they didn’t have Karl-Anthony Towns or D’Angelo Russell and the young guys got it done. Jarrett Culver, Anthony Edwards, and Naz Reid got the job done. Next up, the Wolves head to San Francisco to play the Warriors in a back-to-back starting on Monday night. 

-Chris Kreibich-

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The fortunes are based on whatever you share, and are a thread I find in a long dark hall, lined with shelves. Sometimes the shelves are empty, sometimes there are books I can pick up and read. So it has been for some fourteen odd years for me. They are not edited very well.

Thank you for your patience. Here is your fortunes.

A long time ago in a far away village lived a hunter, his wife, and their daughter. They were high in the mountain forests, cold and dark with rivers of black and silver. But the foxes had softest coats of white, hares had fur thick and warm, and the deer could feed a family. Life was fair to the village bringing foxes, hares, dark wood, and rich root vegetables to the towns at the base of the mountain past the edge of the trees.

The would close the doors tight when the winter king brought his howling winds and ice to their homes, though the boards would rattle as freezing claws raked them. Stories were the dark grew teeth and the wind would hunt men down to their deaths, blood would spill black, frozen to the stones til spring for anyone that ventured far on the winter nights. Still there was a winter which grew colder than ever, and darker than before, and it seemed the wind pried up boards and cracked rooftops so the ice crept further into every home of the village.

Thus the stronger men of the village, the hunter among them, determined to make a trip to the towns which were warmer and could provide wood and sap and caulk to shore their homes up once more against the angry winter king. And if it would mean some extra hunting of hares or felling of trees come the thaw, so it would be. They took what meager supplies could be spared and set off on the journey. They would return within a week, they said, but a week became a fortnight and the houses of the village lost more to the winds and no men came back from the deep dark woods. The hunter’s wife sat for hours watching the door of their home, gripping her daughter’s hand tightly.

Thus some of the women and older men began to search the woods during the daylight hours, hoping for some sign. And in this way it happened the hunter’s wife one day walked further than before, longer than before, and the sun had set before she found her way back to the village. Perhaps she was lost, or perhaps it was simply the night had different eyes, but it was this way she found her husband and several other men. They lay like fallen branches, each one’s chest pulled apart in the same way as a ripe orange, shattered hearts glittering in the frozen spread of blood and bone.

A voice which was not wind nor snow whispered in her ear and said “I sought to see what lay within their hearts, but in these men there were nothing. If you show me what is within your heart I may as yet let you see the sun.” The hunter’s wife said her daughter was within her heart and was so sure of this truth she let her arms fall to her sides as some dark thing’s teeth or claws opened in the dark, and she did not return to her home that morning.

The hunter’s daughter waited for two days and two nights before following her father and her mother into the woods. She only carried a cape for warmth and a basket of food which she hoped would suffice to make her way to the town below. Yet it was not even deep into the first night when she found her mother entwined in her father’s arms, as cold and broken as he and her heart just as empty.

A voice which was not ice or frost whispered in her ear and said “They claimed the held you in their hearts, yet in their hearts was nothing. Show me what is in your heart, I may let you see the sun again.” And so the hunter’s daughter placed her hands upon her chest, and there she let the dark thing see inside her heart. Her chest opened wide and where a heart should be found was a wolf. It had fur of autumn red, nearly black, eyes the same chipped green of the frozen sea, and claws the color of fresh snow.

The wolf plunged into the darkness and it fled the snow white claws and beartrap teeth. The wolf chased the darkness into the dawn, its jaws dripping with the blood of night. Its eyes glowed and the shadows loomed til the dawn drew back the curtain for the chariot the sun. The wolf slept in the warm dappled rays and its eyes opened again as the dusk prepared the world for the cloak of lady night.

Now the dark clung to the treetops and hissed in a voice which was not cold nor hate, “You hid inside a young woman’s heart, full of fright and anger. But I wonder what secrets you hide in your own. Show may and one day you may yet see sunlight.” And the wolf leapt at the dark with tooth and claw but could not reach it, but still chased it to the dawn. It stretched its legs and bowed its head and from the heart of the wolf grew a tree and from inside the tree stepped an archer.

His bow was strung with gut and his arrows plucked from branches like iron, and he took several stout branches along the way. He plucked leaves to make the blade of an axe, and flower bulbs full of nectar, and with all of these slung over his back, under the dappled sun he walked til he reached the town at the edge of the wood.

He traded his staffs and flowers and nectar for sturdy planks and sap and thatch for the village, placed it all over his back, and made his way into the forest. So the dark thing came to him again, but before it could whisper he had nocked and fired three arrows into where it clung to the trees, so it fled. And he came to the wolf with a tree in its heart, and the wolf stood up and joined him, chasing off the dark thing where it tried to creep upon them. The cold wind blew and the ice of the winter king stung them both, but the dark thing cowered far away.

The wolf and the archer found the hunter’s daughter, in whose heart they’d lived with the seed of the tree that made the arrows and axes. She stood up and took the archer’s hand, her other hand on the wolf of her heart. Frozen blood glittered on her chest as if she wore a ruby necklace. Together woman, wolf, and archer - all one and all different branches of a tree from a single seed in a single heart - together they found their way back to the village.

There they helped to fix the broken walls, patch the fallen roofs, and return to the fire where they would wait again for the spring and the sun. And if they have not died, they still live in that village today, where no dark things dare to venture.

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Two Brothers

“Twined you are both united, despite the birth of your souls from night and day, you are one by the blood in your veins.”

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New Orleans Pelicans Lineup Minnesota T-Wolves Lineup

C-Steven Adams                  C-Naz Reid

PF-Zion Williamson             PF-Jarred Vanderbilt

SF-Brandon Ingram            SF-Josh Okogie

SG-Eric Bledsoe                SG-Malik Beasley

PG-Lonzo Ball                   PG-Ricky Rubio

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Mother told me (continued)

Am I wasting time, is it yours or it is mine? I have thrown everything away and am sitting bare at the doorstep. Am i wasting time is it yours or mine? You see me you hear me but you do not embrace me, you mourn me or do you mock me? Mother told me to beware of the wolf outside but i didnt see the wolf in ur shadow. Will you kill me, will you devour me, or will you leave me sitting here, bare, at the doorstep of this burnt home.

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1. Quote: “What I told you about saving people isn’t true. You might think it is, because you want someone else to save you, or you might want to save someone so badly. But no one else can save you, not really. Not from yourself. […] You fall asleep in the hills, and the wolf comes down from the mountains. And you hope someone will wake you up. Or chase it away. Or shoot it dead. But when you realize that the wolf is inside you, that’s when you know. You can’t run from it. And no one who loves you can kill the wolf, because it’s part of you. They see your face on it. And they won’t fire the shot.” From Love Letters to the Dead by Ava Dellaira

2. A foggy gray mountain range in the distance, the sky is lighter gray than the mountains. There is a neon red light curving through the foreground and middle ground, and two bright lights in the distance by the mountains. In the foreground, there are some dark fence posts and a wolf, looking like they’re about to pounce, and their eyes are neon yellow/red. Art is Past the humming highway, there’s a vast and lonely dark by @dappermouth

3. A screenshot of the lyrics, “And I run from wolves, oooh/ Breathing heavily/ At my feet/ And I run from wolves, oooh/ Tearing into me/ Without teeth” from the song Wolves Without Teeth by Of Monsters and Men.

4. Grayish whitish sky with some telephone poles and a leaning tree in the distance, a tan hill scattered with dark bushes, and from the middleground to foreground is a jagged, reflective-looking puddle. There is a silhouette of a wolf is standing in the puddle, its fur raised, looking down. Art is On the day when the rain fell and flooded the ground, the sign of the wolf appeared, outside of town by @dappermouth

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The wolves a-howling ‘cross the plain

As the storm-wind gathers high;

Death’s a-coming, the horse is running

'Cross the grass that fades to sky-

Farewell, my friend, this is the end, oh,

What a night to die.

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