“<\ But this winter won't last, darlin'.
>> * Not forever
>> (.....\\ . > And when new hands
>> set to tending this earth they'll
till my pieces under.
> > Grind them into the veins of
g0ld I've laid.
<\ Then the roots of all they plant wi\\
> wind around usS---
<\ KEEPING
<\ US
<\ CLOSE--- \
\
<\ For an eternal summer that will not
fade.”
―
Joseph Staten,
Halo: Contact Harvest
