The Shaman
I race the wind in the heat of a summer day,
bathe naked in cool waters of a moonlit night,
and rest my soul on a bed of earth,
under a blanket of sweet grass.
I race the wind in the heat of a summer day,
bathe naked in cool waters of a moonlit night,
and rest my soul on a bed of earth,
under a blanket of sweet grass.
Samuel DiPaola 
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