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winter, but I do not like winter, and 

 if the Turks want another calendar 

 I will arrange one for them without 

 any winter. Those who have blood 

 that is nine-tenths iron enjoy winter, 

 at least they say they do. Those 

 who have iron that is nine-tenths 

 blood prefer summer. I am a blooded 

 individual, speaking of myself as I 

 do of a nut when I call it meaty. 

 Shut in by winter's rain and cold, I 

 dream all the time about the spring, 

 and imagine the soft breezes and 

 the languorous mood when peaches 

 bloom and roses scent the air. If 

 there is anything finer than a spring 

 day when sunshine floods the valley 

 and the warming earth sends up its 

 odors through the brush and along 

 the tree trunks, and finally out where 



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