At the dawn of my life, I shall look to the advent of the light.
Blissfully ignorant, a happy creature of nature with neither dreams nor cares. I exist and I am glad.
In the morning of my life, I shall look up to the sky, bath my face in sunshine, and bask in the glory of God’s smile. I see only the ever-expanding horizon, hear the siren call of foreign tongues, and feel the tug of strange and wondrous lands.
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