Description

"I came to this place a young man green and lonely. Well quit of the world, I framed a house of moss and timber, called it a home, and sat in the warm evenings singing to myself as a man sings when he knows there is no one to hear. I made my mark under the shadow of leaves, and awoke in the first snow of autumn, filled with silence."

When I grow up, this is my ideal thought of what I want in life. 

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