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 A ring That bound the Sky And Earth And made them one.

Faster and faster Fell the snow Forming a coverlet For the bridal-bed of Earth. Then solitude, peace And quietude for months Until the birth of Spring." One night Scobee dreamed that he was a little boy again. He was romping about in a field with his mother. It was spring and the buds were bursting open with happiness. A sparrow sat upon a tree-branch and sang himself hoarse so great was his delight at the grandeur of the day.

Scobee seemed to be only five or six years old, a bit of a boy, not much bigger than a minute. His mother wore a dress of some soft lavender material. She was very lovely, he thought, just about the best mother ever. And they were very happy. Across the meadow a