

The Forest of MuseThe Hunter and the Forest of MuseThe Forest of Muse
In a time long ago, there lived a magnificent hunter. All his life the hunt was all he knew. He drank of the hunt, he ate of the hunt, he breathed of the hunt, he dreamed of the hunt, his bow was his arm and his knife his hand, the ground and the sky were his language and he read them. He died as a child of Nature but he was not always so in tune with her. As a young hunter he was arrogant and filled with hubris, it was a long time before he could become a leaf on a tree or a ripple on the surface of a lake.
When he was a boy he would
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IT'S EVEN BETTER THAN A BOOK!
it concerns young children!! specifically twelve year old boys!
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Don't argue; I wear the vest in this relationship.
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Don't argue; I wear the vest in this relationship.
THERE!
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Don't argue; I wear the vest in this relationship.
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