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the sun stopped paying attention to our land. we found our way to town by the light of the moon. we traded our apple harvest for peace of mind.  the shades took our offering reluctantly. they wanted our homes and our lives. the cool nights will give way to storms. we can only hope to be deluged and snowed in for the winter. it will be our only chance to survive.

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