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“I forage my way through February”

“…If I am to have a future I must have years, and if I am to have years, I must have seasons. Without seasons, no time. If I want seasons, I will have to build them myself. If I am to have a future, I will have to build it myself. I put the pieces together, little fragments of season and I write it all down in my manual: the ingredients of the seasons.”

“Suddenly I see that this is how my life will be, year after year. That my seasons book is my manual, my traveling companion, my guide. That what I am building is my future….”

Moving through space / traveling because cannot move through time. Pretend Christmas with family to pretend to be moving through time.