Yearsend

The air is white like a moistened loaf; the snow-bare hills like brown crusts around it. Golden grain lies locked up securely in frozen vaults. A time for reckoning up the year's harvest abundant/scanty corn/nettles A time for cannily planning the way to sow the days ahead.

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