A mindful nomad with a gentlemanly manner. Friendly to everyone I meet. Expressive with honesty and humbleness. Playful as the summer breeze in the sunlight.
Composed and still as the morning pond in autumn. Ever changing as the seasons of time. Settled and fluid as the river traveling to the sea. Yet something else
hides quietly in the cave. Time will only tell my truth. Travel with care dear traveler. Road is long and winding but persevere you shall be rewarded the truth
of this mystery.
I am many things, yet nothing at all. What I am to you, is not for another.
Not one to talk about myself. What I say today can change tomorrow. So I let the space of time to tell my story, to those who wish to know me.
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