Under the wide and starry sky  

Dig the grave and let me lie:  

Glad did I live and gladly die,  

And I laid me down with a will.  


This be the verse you ‘grave for me:  

Here he lies where he long’d to be;  

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,  

And the hunter home from the hill. 


Robert Louis Stevenson (1850 – 1894)

Andrea Jackson The Holistic Celebrant

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