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There, waiting to take its shape, with all the moss and the stones around you. Pale and thin and tip-toeing through the grass with rotten apple and the mushroom all about you. In the rivers of thin cement, too loose to start setting, you turn in half-rotation, and look around you. Pale shapes of snakes lay whistling in coils that are lighting up the space behind you. And there, to the very right of you, some pebbles kept moving away, turning in half-rotation until they were ground down to powder. The pale apple-yellowed pebbles that were once solid and still, made a soft kind of sand that was blown by the wind all around you. There, on bridges of wood stretched over bodies of water, bushes parted slowly to reveal the shadow of their underside, and the hidden faces that called it home. Pale lime and cherry in broken circles that flashed like lightning. trapping rabbits and the travellers who came to be around them. There, stepping through the roots that twist in the soil it stood,...More
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There, waiting to take its shape, with all the moss and the stones around you. Pale and thin and tip-toeing through the grass with rotten apple and the mushroom all about you. In the rivers of thin cement, too loose to start setting, you turn in half-rotation, and look around you. Pale shapes of snakes lay whistling in coils that are lighting up the space behind you. And there, to the very right of you, some pebbles kept moving away, turning in half-rotation until they were ground down to powder. The pale apple-yellowed pebbles that were once solid and still, made a soft kind of sand that was blown by the wind all around you. There, on bridges of wood stretched over bodies of water, bushes parted slowly to reveal the shadow of their underside, and the hidden faces that called it home. Pale lime and cherry in broken circles that flashed like lightning. trapping rabbits and the travellers who came to be around them. There, stepping through the roots that twist in the soil it stood,...More