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70 Winter Dream Troubled by dreams I wake trembling in the cold, despite my heavy buffalo robe. The universe above me, swollen with time, is drifting slowly through the bare arms of frozen trees. The silence of the hard, clear air is absolute. Even the hunting owl is still. Suddenly, I feel her embrace me from behind. I rise and turn, then step out into speechless snow. ...

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