Vividly I see my purpose. I Am a child born of mother, of God, of Nature. Clad in a cape of Indigo velvet aura I plunge forth, Leaving a trail emblazoned by my fervor, yet Looking to the sages of Ancestral spirits, of lives past, that I may Find where best to place my steps. I trust my destination will be perfect. Regret in retrospect is wasteful at life's End.
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