No orchard's the worse for the wintriest storm; But one thing about it, it mustn't get warm." How often already you've had to be told, Keep cold, young orchard. Good-bye and keep cold. Dread fifty above more than fifty below." I have to be gone for a season or so. Robert Frost
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When someone has to be gone for a season or a longer period of time, they have to tell those closest to them that they will be away from home. In this quote from William Shakespeare, he also talks about how the cold is worse than the heat. In other words, it may be uncomfortable to live in a place where it is always cold, but it is worse to live in a place where it is always hot. While living in a place where it is always cold may seem like an isolated existence, that person will find their life reviving when they are surrounded by others during their absence.

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