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... covering half the sky drifted slowly, looking much like a herd of grazing sheep tended by the Green Sparrow Tribe.
All things have their own spirit, and even these livestock seemed to sense in their own way that autumn was passing and the cold winter was approaching.
So the sheep didn’t need anyone to tell them—they all lowered their heads and ate diligently, their mouths moving quickly as they tried to fatten up for the coming cold.
However, the lead sheep was restless. ...
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