than lucky, she tells her husband
as he
drags in the wild boar,
he's slain.
we're blessed, look at us
with this
fire,
this wheel you've made
that will
make
life easier. what a pleasure
it is to have
this cave,
the art on the walls,
we're protected and safe
from the outside world.
we have a dozen arrows
and three spears
to get us
through the winter.
there is snow to melt and drink.
we have beds
made out of bear skins.
no better time,
either in the past or future,
has there been
to live in.
we're lucky, she says.
we're blessed.
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