Do you know what I was, how I lived? You knowwhat despair is; thenwinter should have meaning for you.I did not expect to survive,earth suppressing me. I didn’t expectto waken again, to feelin damp earth my bodyable to respond again, rememberingafter so long how to open againin the cold lightof earliest spring?afraid, yes, but among you againcrying yes risk joyin the raw wind of the new world.