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Winter Collection - 2024 - Level 4

“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.” - Cormac McCarthy, The Road

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Threadbare, absolutely shabby.

Parade, parade, march o’ spectacles abhorred

Pates smile-carved, aglow like an autumn gourd

Circus, circus, now they’re all unfurled

Their nightmares resembled the end of the world

Lo, how we’ll take them where

They in motley wear

Dance to their own despair

The young, they hardly fret

And 'spect that they’re all set

To outrun what we beget

O’er malformed crust our caravan’ll go

Through bones of enterprise and ash-flirted snow

The world’s gone dim, but we glow even so

Onward ever, we’ve new worlds to know

Parade, parade, our everlasting show