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"On the bare upper slopes, as night was closing in, a shepherd fed me and shared his mint tea.
He said men often hid in the hills from this faction or that.
Who was I now? A man without a state, without a relationship, without a philosophy.
We sat round his small fire, the bells of the sheep tinkling gently close by in the shadows. It was then he told me the story of “the horseman and the snake."
"On the bare upper slopes, as night was closing in, a shepherd fed me and shared his mint tea.
He said men often hid in the hills from this faction or that.
Who was I now? A man without a state, without a relationship, without a philosophy.
We sat round his small fire, the bells of the sheep tinkling gently close by in the shadows. It was then he told me the story of “the horseman and the snake."