This is my favorite season of them all.  The air has taken on a definite chill.  It is time for us to bid farewell to all things desiccated and dead.  Let them drop from your arms and be banished by the wind!  Let them languish in the mud or be consumed in fire.  But you, let the long night cover you like a blanket.  Take repose and be subdued for a time.  Very soon, it will return: that thrill of springtime drawing near.

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