The midday sun slips behind mountains, the plain river turn for sea, trying to see for a thousand miles, I climbed one more story life as character attributed to natural processes of being directed toward an end or shaped by a purposed that's the virtues which are most useful to others.
Come o'er ,
Mine through sunshine, storm, and snows;
Seasons may roll,
But the true soul
Burns the same, where'er it goes.
Let fate frown on, so we love and part not;
'Tis life where thou art, 'tis death were thou are not. Here are our thoughts--voyagers' thoughts,
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- JoinedApril 16, 2018