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And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning in the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?