DILEMMA'S END? By this planet born into nothing we knew, the duties of predator life with people of narrow sight awaken a need to explore some new adventure and a radical plan for a better World, though once away find more of the same and long for return to the familiar place that changed without us so a quick departure is soon required, but elsewhere awhile plan a homestead in available woods where life is simple yet somehow the same, and around again, search and settle, recoil and roam, on and on, from youth to age, till death arrives to send us home.

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