a paleolithic winter’s tale Wind rises, the sun is pale;Leaves go brilliant and finally pall;Wise creatures burrow deepseeking the peace and safety of sleepand the snow begins to fall… The People see the summer failand gather closer to the fire;Meat is smoked against the dayswhen going to hunt no longer pays:The blue smoke rises ever …
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