And every morning in the Village, Pepkin opens his window to hear:
flap of fleece
warp of wake, weft of wave
off the sea, boatmen approaching
approaching marriage, Yule wine fresh on the breath of many voices singing
singing ok árar at sveigja, hǫmlur at brjóta: oars to bend, to break through squalls
squalls of Snorri, get of Thor & Gud, noble & slave, hammer & lamb wedding
wedding east & west to sanctify first American self-sown wheat of Vinland
land Leif the Lucky lights upon unlooked tossed about at sea sailing away
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