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Gather food and hunt game.
Seasonal change determines my home.
Follow the herd and set up camp.
Horseback on the russian steppe.

Migration
Pattern.
Open
Plain spread

Forth as far
As the
Eye can
See, the horizon.
A ruling class of priest kings with religion.
A new population with agrarian ways encroaching faster.

Migration
Pattern.
Open
Plain spread.

I have no food to eat.
I have no
Food.

The rising sun on a brand new city,
Sedentary and monotheistic.
Specialized division of labor
All controlled by the smallest percentage.

Worship
Harder.
Worship
Harder.

Food supply stretched thin.
Nothing to eat and no room to breathe.
Overfarming has depleted the land.
Nutrient deficiencies are rampant again.

Starvation
Pattern.
Starvation
Pattern.

I have no teeth to eat.
I have no
Teeth.

Sleep.
Keep dreaming.
Don’t wake up.

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