A hunters day. Today, a hunters day, no swaying from the path, no faint heart, just a pure embark. I could be last & still not least, ecstatic with real peace, sword drawn, as I await attacks from the beasts. Serious, no jokes to give, today is a day that we all must live, in charge of our words, & if they swerve, then correct them, cause we reflect him, the one who formed us from dirt. ONE
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