I'M WITH ROUSSEAU
Most of this life is chains.
Servitude to time and habit,
people doing things they are
forced to do for coin. It's a
sorry scene with little joy.
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My satchel, I keep in the
wild woods. Running with
the easy things and touching
trees, darting limb to limb and
dwelling beneath leaves. I keep
a joy at all times to observe.
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