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In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.
— Wendell Berry
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Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
— George Orwell
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