there’s a thread you follow. it goesamong the pines rootedin lava copses. the air thickenedwith silence. a small robin
robs the brush of whateverred berries exude from the deathof this place. it flirts up to the branches,confident this will last and chirps
like morning dew. earth’s whole fleshloves this confidence of life. it licksthe chapped lips of the ocean floorand moves as if the stage will brightenany moment now.
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