Time
Time shall take its course until the leaves of fall call me home. With my soul unbound, I await the breath that comes as the sweetest kiss upon my cheek. Time alone can tell my story, a story that I have lived and breathed since I first layed foot upon these hills that I have walked. Here's to the story of all that was, all that is, and all that is yet to be.
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