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	<title>Comments on: Going dormant</title>
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		<title>By: White Horse Pilgrim</title>
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		<description>You remind me of short winter days when the sun rose above the ridge behind my home sometime after nine in the morning, illuminating a frigid world where snow covered ground hard as iron. We broke ice on the stream so that the animals could drink, forked hay gloved, travelled by sledge. The long nights were filled by conversation huddled around a stove with neighbours or catching up on sleep. The peasants had other ways, indeed most birthdays fell in October or November. A tough life, yes, but one infinitely rewarding and which has filled us with tales to recount.</description>
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