If he could sleep, she thought, sleep through the unhappy months, the heart’s hunger, the months of death and cold and not having what you most want, and wake with time gone past and blurred and a new year coming. But perhaps it is too early in the year, she thought after that, and besides, he is not a bear.
-Naomi Mitchison
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