Nearest edge of forest, as it is told.
About where the fire burnt and the blackness now rests.
Those trees there. Them that learnt it. To drop their leaves during winter.
Those in summer to raise it all up again.
Quite distinct, life it is, a different way of fighting.
Seasons could grind nearly. Now it simply helps to bring the dawn and dark on a yearly cycle.
Fruit basket.
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