Forgotten Ground Regained

Winter

Rain is no terror, nor torrent or deluge. Heat is no hammer, we’ve never hated it,dry grass, drought, inundation and downpour – these are the concerns the south shrinks from.For the north and for now and until the end there is only an enormous winter,fields and forests frozen to ice and the sky a scarred, snowfilled gapwhere cracks and crevices collect and become blue. No flame for the furrows, or fire for the firmament,no warmth anymore will wake the waters, no berry will glow or blade break the ground:winter without summer, and winter without spring, three winters to weave our weight and flesh into ice.
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