collecting roots and twigs and grass
he wanders across the valley
searching the wide morass.
He passes by no fungus
and covets every spice.
His skills at potion brewing
have earned a handsome price.
He seeks to help the widow
with the useless withered arm.
He packs a fragrant sachet
for a bridal good luck charm.
The mountain people seek him out--
they travel from miles away
to find the old White Wizard,
and no one refuses to pay.
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