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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