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TheTtef/offfie 

 Cunning One 



when you put your face down in it to keep 

 your nose warm, as Pequam used to do 

 when he went to sleep, there is a subtle, 

 woodsy fragrance which speaks of fir balsam 

 and birch smoke, and the still, white woods, 

 and of a warm hollow log under the snow at 

 the end of the crooked trail. 



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