As the wheel of time turns slowly on and on, the lighting of the red lanterns during the winter solstice ceremony has faded far into the past. On the rhythm of new winter mornings the oak tree has lost most of its last and crackly leafs down the hill slope. There they are picked up by the icy winds blowing from the east. Dancing around in corners like dervishes. A red ribbon remains between the stony grey roots of the tree.

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