It is not the span of this life that
i consider.
Only, if
i lived it as
i wished.
i lived by wood and water alike.
i hunted the hill and the field.
The fowl of the air and creatures afoot.
i slept out under a blanket of diamonds,
The north wind my only pillow.
It was everything and it was enough.
If life's last breath comes tomorrow
i will say there are shorter paths that could be taken
However, none more extraordinary than my own.
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