The strong summer sun.
Land of Milk and Honey.
Streets paved with gold.
The autumn sun.
Hair shorn.
Aging, sickly.
Coughing up blood.
The harvest.
The reaper.
A beating, a flailing.
A loss of a hand.
Loss of a penis.
Loss of an eye (or two).
Father time.
Jars, storage, planning, counting so we don't starve.
Numbers lord over a false world.
A cave with firelight casting images on the wall.
A virgin birth.
Re-emerge into a world of dazzling sunlight.
Dance like a fool.
The strong summer sun.
Land of Milk and Honey.
Streets paved with gold.
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