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Wilderness Traveler
I live alone with only nature’s sounds. Where one’s most private thoughts are found. I drink from springs still unspoiled. I stand upon yet untouched soil. I breathe the air so clean and pure. I watch as great white eagles soar. Touching clouds from atop a mountain’s peak, Standing silently, humbled by all the beauty that I see. I walk on paths where only ancient ones have trod, Marveled by the majesty of creation, I touch the face of God!
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