Once, out of Divine Boredom,—

•61/ —Pan shaved off his autumnal hair, removed all elements of fur and down from his skull and chin— his countenance left bare and human under two buds of sprouting goat horns. He sheared off the wool from his arms and legs, clipping the fleece back to its golden roots, until all manner of locks lay at his hooves, an overspread removed, leaving him cold, naked, shivering in the early spring, a young kid trembling with a brand, new life—
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