HOW TO GET THERE go till the snow falls thinly separate flakes too light to land then you turn take that as far down as the wind blows in your face stop it's midafternoon but cold as all get out don't rest long another turn now you're lost must beg as though you mean it shelter far travelers few trust gone altogether night appears the lights make it easy to see the house from far off so different in the dark the storm has come you go up the front steps they welcome you feed you it's warm rest now where have you been
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