A closed community is at once a shelter, a mystery and a trap.

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Down by the river, where the willow buds float, marking the arrival of spring. Down by the river, where the corpse petals rot, clinging to your skin like a curse.

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Bury your regrets. Cover them with dry earth, and burn herbs over the mound. Leave this place as you found it, and return to the sunlight.

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Husk by husk, crumb by crumb, pinch by pinch. The trail to follow was laid years before, and left for you and you alone. To another’s eye, it was never there.

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The ability to survive, and even thrive, in a new environment, is immediately tied to one’s facility for adaptation and rapid reevaluation in the face of a changed worldview.

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The message that underscores all encounters with the land, with the older ways, is that there are rules you have forgotten. The consequences of which will exact a price.

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Inside the deep midwinter, when the days are narrow, we see our footprints, piled one on top of the other. We have travelled these roads before.

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We begin, appropriately enough, at the end. Where everything is revealed and some things are put to rest.

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