” …all, we destroy…becomes lost…forever. …and to leave our children longing…for that…which once was…is…a shameful legacy. …
…i’m anarcho-humanist…practicing voluntary simplicity. …a life spent wandering across windswept prairie…concrete barrens…thru ancient forest trapped…by needle bloodied alley. …along mountains high…with my eternal camp settled. …on the shore of a bottomless lake…black mirror…still. …the echo’s of my ancestors…and the laws…written. …across my heart…guides. …since before I was born. …these things i make…are for myself. …yet I am. …compelled to share…as is…my nature. …my preference is to come upon you…at some forgotten ford. …but…we find ourselves here…so be it. …my craft…driven by intent. …men…of my age…have forgotten. …mostly…all things…true. …should you find need of what i posses. …then perhaps we should talk…
…william. “
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