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Farewells given through smiles and hands
Departing folk and land

A time for silence beckons me to venture a few leagues
Into the woods lines a path
For this wyrdful odyssey

This wild hearth has led me to sense and such stillness
To nurture the gift

A hundred suns, a hundred moons
Have rose above my solitude

And the deer and foxes have become acquainted with me
Without a thought, I can sense what is empathy

This wild hearth has led me to sense and such stillness
To nurture the gift

Soon I will return
Attuned with the earth
To wax and wane
For this is the way

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