THE WAY TO GET THERE IS TO FLY.
THE WAY TO COME BACK IS TO SWIM.
WITH THE FALLING LEAF UNDER SUNSHINE, I KNOW THE TRUTH OF MOST THINGS.
MONTAIN BREEZE PLUS OCEAN ROAR, SOMETHING AWAKENED BEHIND ME.
SOME DIRECTION JUST SHOWS, I FOLLOW WITH NO CHOICES.
BEING LONELY IS TO CONCENTRATE ANY ATTENTION INTO A STREAM, FLOWING ONLY TO THE NATURE OF THE GREAT NATURE.
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