![]() ![]() And, in reply, a choir of seedlings arching their necks out of rotted tree stumps, sucking life out of death. A single-file army of ants biting a mammoth tree into uniform grains and hauling it down to the dark for their ravenous queen. Vines strangling their own kin in the everlasting wrestle for sunlight. Every space is filled with life: delicate, poisonous frogs war-painted like skeletons, clutched in copulation, secreting their precious eggs onto dripping leaves. The trees are columns of slick, brindled bark like muscular animals overgrown beyond all reason. I want you to be its conscience, the eyes in the trees. IMAGINE A RUIN so strange it must never have happened. Orleanna Price SANDERLING ISLAND, GEORGIA And over every living thing that moveth upon the earth. ![]()
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