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Flurries All animals like me now get themselves out of the cold into some kind of lair cavernous or small, to curl up more like a ball than anything else and sleep an untroubled sleep of snow, which sifting down endlessly white and curdled thick as cream makes the four-poster of a dream. (p. 156) Souster, Raymond. "All Animals Like Me." Ten Elephants on Yonge Street . Ryerson Press, 1965. https://archive.org/details/colouroftimescol0000sous_x6d2/page/n5/mode/2up
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